We drive up into the side of the curb right in front of my Aunt Penelope's house, from what we can see from where we are, it seems like a normal little cottage. We started to walk towards the front door, that's when I got that gut feeling something horrible happened. I run into the house with Dean on my heel, we go through the kitchen, then the washroom and the living room, finding nothing, we headed upstairs. I ran into the master bedroom and was hit with a foul scent, I looked down and fell to my knees; in front of me laid the lifeless mutilated body of my aunt Penelope, the room was disturbed and covered in blood. I sat there trying to put together what happened.
Tears blur my vision, " Dean!!!! Help!!!" I bury my face in my hands wanting to forget what I had just seen, my aunt laying in a pool of her own blood, limp and cold.
Dean rushes up the stairs and stop at the door beside me, I look up at him, the color of his face is flushed, his breathing sped up, I didn't know what to do. He then slowly picks me up off the floor and heads to another room and calls the police and the ambulance. "Hello operator speaking how may I help you?" Trying to keep his shit together, he calmly talks to the operator on the other end of the line. "My girlfriend and I came to her aunt's house looking for her aunt, and we found a gruesome scene, um we uh..." Holding back the tears Dean tried to finish his sentence, "...she is dead *sobs* please hurry." "Yes sir we are on our way, stay calm for now." At this moment we were lost, confused, we didn't know where to go after this, I felt so empty like the only security I had in my life was all of a sudden snatched out of my hands, I had nobody left, it was just me and the world.
