Supernatural Case Files

Damian : The Lost Smile

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Victims of swamp.

"We are finally outside the city." Spoke Umber in relief as she filled her nostrils in the fresh air.

"We are, but for work's sake." Continued Monty correcting her back.

"Now we are changing our path we are turning towards the right." Spoke Tyler with his eyes glued on the map as they continued along the muddy damp lane that had their footwear soiled in dirt.

"Tyler, please leave a spot where we have our vehicle parked." Spoke to Noah in concern. Marking the spot, Tyler led them deep into the woody trials.
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Glaring over at an old, worn-off wooden small cottage, deep further behind these sharp grass blades in the wild. They exchange looks among themselves while they cautiously make a move towards that shabby-built place.

"I didn't expect a place such worn out to stand so erect." Spoke Tyler heading towards the old wooden Porche with patches of wood about to wear off.

"Reporting, Officer Noah all the front and back doors here are surprisingly unlocked and the home seems pretty decent from within narrowing the thoughts of any forced entry." Spoke Noah swinging open a wooden door with a creek sound.

With the door open to crack, a stinky smell blasted out free through this unused house.

"It doesn't settle for me," whispered Olivia stepping into the cold wooden space with dust floating through the old rusted windows.

"This place is a little too arrogantly arranged according to its small size." Spoke Umber shifting her gaze across swiftly.

"Something is eerie about this aura." Spoke Olivia carefully looking through all the arrangements.

"The closet has double the amount of clothes dumped." Spoke Noah from the alternate room that resembled a bedroom as she rumbled thoroughly through the old wooden closet.

"Look at all these half torn pages. It looks like it belongs to certain Edwin Claire." Spoke Monty carefully reading through the faded print. "So our victim is familiar about Edwin Claire. Looks this this could be the document he was so keen to do," spoke Olivia walking close to the door. "Remember back we had noticed the similar name on that apartment's calendar," continued Umber recollecting her memories.

"We will send these documents for further analysis," spoke Monty while neatly placing those papers in some transparent sampling bags. "Let's call Wynn, he promised to do that part for us anyway." Spoke Tyler with a proud smirk.

"Come on ahead," spoke Noah trying to get rid of the crowd from the one space.

"There is some spoiled food still stored here in the kitchen." Spoke Umber trying to close her nose from the foul smell around her. She sampled some parts of the food stored.

"I retrieved this old notebook while I was still searching the bedroom closet. It belongs to Edwin Claire." Continued Noah flipping through the yellowed pages of the black leather-covered book.

"And here is another book that is relatively new belonging to our victim Frank Denim. I retrieved it from the wooden shelf from here in his workspace." Continued Olivia while holding a brown-coloured leather cover of that book.