The old man tried his best to lock his memories behind the door. Most of the days, he failed. Then there were days when the memories were tired and lethargic, so they stayed put. On rainy days, his memories jumped up and bit his elbows like hungry puppies.
He leaned hard on the door of his mind to keep the memories in, but he was an old man and he didn't weigh that much.
On his birthday, he cried alone and wished for death. The forever sleep.
He had not slept properly since the day he had killed his family, his dogs and everyone in the neighborhood. Now, their corpses heaved and pushed from the ground and no matter how much he cried or tried, his sins leaked through.