Thread: And Now It Begins!!

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No we can search the pantry and there is a hallway...all downstairs..

Hmmm, let's search the pantry.

The pantry was a mess as if there were a violent struggle, broken plates and food stuff all over the floor. Bloody foot prints traversed the whole area as if the killer was pacing in the space back and forth to the body. I walked up to the still form, it was Mr. Barris. He had defense wounds on his hands and forearms and deep plunging wounds to his chest. Worst of all both of his eyes were gone. They were so neatly cut out it looked as though they were surgically removed. This man who was not small, I would have guessed 240 pounds or so, put up a huge fight and I wondered at the strength and anger that must have done this. There was no fresh blood it was all dried black, it couldn't have been his murder I had heard from the basement stairs. I searched through the room checking cupboards and drawers, there were plates, stemware, and extra silver. Mrs. Barris must have entertained a lot. There was also canned goods and boxes but nothing of any use to me. I was just about to leave when I noticed something sticking out from under the body. I carefully retrieved a hypodermic needle full of something and capped on the end with a little stopper. Strange that I would find this here and I wondered who it might have been for.
I wrapped the needle in my napkin and put it in my bag. I wasn't sure if I would need it or not but I didn't want to leave it for anyone else either.
I was getting tired, the constant stress was beginning to get to me as I eased out of the pantry and slowly went down the hall
there were several doors two on the right two on the left and one straight ahead.

Which door ..?

Let's start with the one on the right.

I opened the first door on my right it was a closet set under the stairs. It was filled with coats and shoes and some old sports equipment. An assortment of soccer balls, tennis rackets a baseball glove and ball. I was ready to shut the door when I saw something on the wall down near the floor. It was something carved into the sheet rock, I had trouble making out what it said I tiled my head to the side and finally I could see one simple word. "Monster" was scrawled in a child's writing. I closed the door sighing. It seemed with each step I took I felt worse and worse, what poor child had hidden in the dark afraid of a Monster.

Next Door....?

The straight ahead door.....

I carefully went to the door at the end of the hall and tried to open it, the knob wouldn't turn it was locked. I tried all my keys to no avail I couldn't get in. That leaves two doors on the left and one on the right...???

How about the door farthest on the left.

The hall was empty and I made my way down to the last door on the left. The door opened to a family room with a TV, I clicked on the table lamps as I went. It was empty and bland, a couch and a love seat two end tables and a coffee table with a remote control. It was so devoid of decoration I wondered if anyone actually used it. There was a closet with a bi-fold door and it stood open, I looked inside. It had a shelf of games but it didn't look they were ever used. The way the door was open it looked like a prop, as if to convey a family setting. It was sad, a closet full of un-opened games and puzzles.

I picked up the remote and turned on the TV making sure the volume was low. It was the news and I watched as a reporter
standing in front of a wooded area began her news cast. Police say the remains of yet another victim have been found in a remote stretch of woods off route 12. The victim who has not yet been identified, was found mutilated and wrapped in a blanket. The police have yet to make a formal statement about this case, but there is already speculation that it is related to the torso that had been found earlier this month. Fear and unanswered questions haunt this........ I turned off the TV.
I walked over to the window and found it was boarded over like the doors. A phone!, for a moment I was hopeful but the jack had been ripped from the wall. I sunk down on the couch, it felt lumpy and I pulled up a cushion, someone had shoved a board game under it. It was covered in bloody fingerprints like someone had actually sat and played the game with blood on their hands.
Candyland, probably every child's favorite game, it was disturbing to see it like that marred and corrupted.
I dropped the cushion and paused at the door, I felt as if I was finding more and more questions instead of answers.

There are two doors left one on the left and one on the right.....

Left door please (BTW, this is really creepin' me out, love the line about the closet "It was sad, a closet full of un-opened games and puzzles.")