Brown Notebok

Chapter 2(WIP)

Arthur woke up in not the best mood imaginable. He had a minor migrene and still remembered what happened yesterday. He looked around the room. Curtains were covering the windows, giving the room an uneasy orange lighting. Brevinsky quickly stood up, despite the resistance his body put up while doing so. He put on his shirt and a tie, both of wich were in a decent state. At least that's what Arthur thought. A small trace of blood could still be found on the shirt's collar. The green tie had some of its fabric torn off.

Both of those flaws were covered by a giant dark green raincoat Arthur had a fondness of. He may've looked ridicolous in it - he did - but that didn't stop him from wearing it with pride, as a sign of a "certified journalist who just got send first time to make a report on a serial killer".

All of this cheesy noire clothes were accompanied by worn-off jeans and old black leather shoes.

After dressing up, he quickly took a sip of a left-over coffee from last night and went downstairs, to the reception. It was 8:30AM, so noone was to be found, especially at saturday.

Young journalist went out of the hotel thorugh dark-brown wooden doors, which seemed relatively new compared to the rest of the building.

After catching a taxi and arriving at the place, Arthur checked the time. 9:50AM, still some time left. King. Av. was a pretty peaceful, although unsettling place. For some unexplained reason, most of the doors had a newspaper clipping attached to the front door. The sky was cloudy, the rain was coming.

Brevinsky decided to come to one of the doors and knock. No response. After another few tries with another few doors, he came to the one with newspaper clipping on it. The house itself seemed pretty fancy. Walls were stunningly white, to the point of blinding Arthur a little when inspected closer. The roof was black, darker than anything he saw before. After looking around, he noticed another strange thing.

House had no windows.

Journalist finally decided to knock on the door. Just as he was about to knock, he noticed the newspaper clipping.

The headline read as follows:

"YOUNG MAN MURDERED IN LOCAL TOWN, POLICE INVESTIGATION ONGOING AT KING. AV.

Arthur Brevinsky-young journalist-murdered at approximetly 10am at King. Av.

'We all make mistakes'-says the police officer about the incident."

A wave of heat filled Arthur's body. He leaned against the pure white wall, trying his breath to breath.

It started to rain.