So I looked up at the ceiling to grab the trap door to bring down the ladder that would allow me to reach the attic. I took some momentum and tried to reach the trap but as I touched it, my body fall I was still too small to bring it down.

Me: "Well, I've to get a chair."

So I hurried to my room, took the chair under my desk and ran with it down the corridor. I put it on the ground, pulled the trapdoor, and the ladder down. I left the chair there and climbed up the ladder in front of me.

Me: "All my answers are waiting for me upstairs. "

That's what I thought. Space was about 7 m long and was filled with cardboard, but I couldn't see anything. So I looked for the switch to turn on the light in this room. The one at the back of the room. So I ran up to it and lit it.

Once the room was illuminated I could see that there was a lot of dust on the cardboard boxes as if Lou and Marcel never went there. There were 17 boxes in all, so I started checking them one by one. The first three boxes I took were filled with toys I had as a child.

Me: "It was as you'd expect and it'll probably be like this for all the boxes but there's bound to be something Marcel kept to remember me. "

I continued to search and search but nothing but objects or things belonging to my so-called parents. So I emptied the last box, but what I found shocked me indeed. In this one there are objects for animals. I should be happy to know that, except these were for dogs. There was even a dog leash and some pictures of Marcel and the dog.l

I would have understood if Lou would have been in the picture but she wasn't there, this picture had been taken before these two met.

Me : "It's not possible Marcel never had a dog, otherwise I would have known.  and he always said that I was his first pet. What' happening I appear here and now I learn that as far as I know Marcel never had me. To validate all of this I'll have to call the pet shop where Marcel bought me. "

I put the boxes away and went back to my room to make a summary of my day, starting with Latin, because I now knew that what had possessed me spoke that language and I could begin to decipher the message it had written in blood. I tried to remember the message, but an immense pain overcame me, it was as if thousands of insects were trying to lodge inside my skull. As the pain subsided I managed to remember a word and it was somnus. The sleep? What the hell does that mean?

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As I had managed to remember a word I tried again and like the first time an immense pain attacked my skull. It seems like every time I try to learn the meaning of the message I will feel such pain. The pain finally subsided and while I was waiting for another word nothing happened.

Me: "I understand I can endure this pain hundreds of times but if I don't know the meaning of the words composing the message I will gain nothing by facing this pain. So I only have to endure this pain when I have a richer vocabulary because it would be foolish to suffer for nothing in the end. "

What shocked me is that on a fairly large translation I could only have one word in common with the message.

Me: "I hope it's worth it. Well, I now have some free time because the teachers didn't give us any homework. I have to phone the animal shop."

So I took my phone out of my pocket and entered the street of the pet store in question finally I arrived on the site of the pet store where I found their phone number. So I dialed the number and waited for a staff member to pick up the phone. After a five-minute wait, someone answered me.

Employee: "Hello, this is the animal shop: Animal love. How can I help you?

Me : I would like to inquire about the dog my father bought from you 20 years ago.

Employee: Can you give me the name of your father and the breed of dog he bought.

Me : My father's name is Marcel and he bought a labrador.

Employee: Your father did indeed buy a Labrador here on June 22, 1997.

This date shocked me because it was the day he normally bought me this can't be a coincidence.

Employee: Are you still here?

Me : Yes, sorry and may I ask you one last question.

Employee: Of course.

Me : I would like to know if you had a white snake in your shop.

Employee: We had one unfortunately he's no longer with us.

Me : What do you mean by that. What happens to him?

Employee: One day before your father adopted his dog this snake died when he was in very good health. The reason for his death is still a mystery some think it was a new disease or others think it was the spirits that ended his life.

Me : Thank you and goodbye".

I was dead before I could meet Marcel. Whatever sent me here really wants me to forget the fact that I was a snake.

It was now time to eat, the three of us around the table.

Lou: "How was your day.

Marcel: So my day.

Lou: I'm not talking to you.

Me : My day went very well. "

While we were eating in a good mood I started a conversation I shouldn't have done.

Me: "I visited the attic today. As soon as I said that, there was a huge silence around the table. The first to react was Lou

Lou: Why did you go there!

I couldn't understand why she was so upset.

Marcel: Calm down darling, you're going to scare him.

Lou: Yeah, sorry I didn't mean to yell at you.

Me : I saw that you have a dog.

Marcel began to smile: Yes I had a dog, he was extraordinary but unfortunately, he died.

At that moment I dropped the bomb.

Me : Otherwise you didn't get a white snake.

This time they both looked at me strangely as if I had said too much. Marcel began to get close to me.

Me : What are you going to do? 

Marcel: Sometimes it's best to remain silent. "

I didn't understand why he had told me this, but suddenly his jaw opened up to his ears. You could compare his jaw to a crocodile one and while I was motionless he jumped on me to tear my head off.