Treasure

This is one of the shorter stories, but I still want to write it down because it’s pretty legendary to me. It happened sometime near the end of seventh grade. It all started during a one-hour break, and for some reason, I decided to go over to "K’s" house. His place was a complete wreck. His room had a broken window, and there was a collapsed cupboard in the living room. Clothes, cigarette butts, and leftover food or drinks were scattered everywhere.

When I walked in, I was greeted by a dog (probably the same one "K" had mentioned before in connection with some bizarre story). "K" asked if I was hungry, and I quickly told him no. But "K" was, so he said he was going to grab some sausages, and then, almost whispering, he told me there was a "treasure" behind the door to my right and that I should open it. I told him I'd rather not, and he went off to get his food.

I couldn’t help myself, so I opened the door. You probably won’t believe me, but there was his mom in her underwear. All I could say was, "Good afternoon," before slamming the door shut.

"K" came back with a sausage in one hand and a roll in the other. I just stared at him in disbelief and told him what I’d just seen behind the door. He looked at me with wide eyes and said, “You actually opened it?” I told him yes, and that he was an idiot.

I didn’t go back to "K’s" house for a long time after that.