The Curtains - Izma

10

"Ahhh, What a smell?" Edward said, casing his face with his hand, walking inside through the files.

We stood there for a while, scanning the place, my mind jotting to locate what the hell happened here.

Edward coiled the place upside down for the excavation of site, he broke all the lockers.

Boom!!

Dust flew like storm, blocking our sight, coughing echoed. A dreadful stanch flew in the air.

A bag fell down, averting our attention. We swiftly moved near the bag. Edward stepped front to open it.

Screams overlaid our mouths when we saw inside the bag.

A man, dressed in white cloak, with a black glittery hat and rain boots soaked with blood. Looks like someone stabbed him down, leg flesh was callously chopped into pieces.

"The body is still fresh" Edward cried, tapering lips held the tongue in between, hand was placed right between the chest, floundering eyes wavered to see him.

"He died recently" I instinctively said, looking down at him, trudged near him to see, mouth titled as I bite my lips in a long gaze.

His lips were welded, nails were all broken half, an arrow was crossed in between the ears, seems like he was crucified.

Edward plunged back as May threw up, her legs were shivering and she was about to throw up her body.

It was clear that people whoever visit the motel are destined to die.

It was uncertain that whether there is some sort of insidious presences or there is a man behind all this who is butchering people.

Just beneath a body there was a door. Brown cloth swathed all over, stringed with heavy metal, corroded and rusty chains.

"Hey, there is a door right under him", Clair shouted, pointing towards the door, kneeled down the floor to clear the blurry image.

"There is a butcher who is killing around, I can't stay here any longer", May yelped, horrifyingly flashed out the cabin, grunting in deadly fear.

I ran beside her, her hand trapped under my grip, hauled her back to slack the fear down. Pushing near the wall, I asked her to be patient. My hand held her halting arm, leaned up my face to lock her gaze. After a moment of muteness, long sigh trailed out and I said.

"We are here for some reason, can't turn our faces in between", her lighten feet began to walk as I plodded towards the cabin.

"Yes, Don't quit yet" Edward shouted, egressing the cabin, wiping off his face with yellow handkerchief.

"We were prepared to face any consequences before leaving home, now you cannot show your back. Don't you know how much this project means to us", he retaliated in a weary tone, heaved a yearn standing by the cross way.