Seclusion

Grandpa George Ohlin had been a strange one. Twenty years ago, three years before I was even born, he had apparently gone berserk after the death of his father and lived the rest of his life shut up inside his house. What he did for food or job was left unknown to the world, but no one ever saw him again until his death.
His neighbours called 911 when they heard gunshots. He had shot himself in the head with his own shotgun. Not just once. Three times.
There was a murder investigation, but it went cold. It was ruled as suicide.
I had thought about it for quite a while. Thought a lot about it. But never thought what happened to him would happen to me.