Why did Joan say that there were nothing in this house? At least there is some mattress on the bed right? What exactly happened to Joan.
"Hey... Are you alright Kily? Um... Should we go?" Joan pestered as she pulled me back from my wild thoughts.
"No. We are not done with the search in the kitchen." I said looked at the fridge standing in the dimly lit kitchen.
There's going to be lots of work here...
"Maybe... I should call Sir James for help." Joan suggested.
"Okay... Call him in. But quickly... Theres no tine to waste." I replied as I looked at the floor.
After Joan went out, I was afraid. I don't know why... I just felt scared. Like something is bugging me. I felt lonely. As if there is going to be a person that would suddenly pop out of nowhere and do something to me. I felt alone. Like something wrong is going to happen, especially in this cluttered messy house. Anyone can hurt me in this quiet, silent moment, where time suddenly stopped.
Wait... Why am I feeling such things. Sir James and the security are all around the being... Why I am feeling this way? I said to myself. Suddenly, I realised that I was feeling what the victim was feeling at that moment when she is left alone in this unfamiliar house.
I walked out into the living room and closed my eyes. There, in my wildest thoughts, I saw a shadow hiding in the shadows. I saw the television running. I saw the girl. I saw her eating. I saw the piece of paper. I imagine the murderer wearing a black suit creeping to the back of the sofa. I saw...
My vision was interrupted by the sound of an opening of the door. Joan and Sir James with a group of policemen walked in. Soon, we were all searching in the kitchen.
One thing was bugging me during myself. I felt guilty. No not that guilty again...
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HEY GUYS!! Hows the story going! Wow 241! Ok keep on guys! Thx dor reading. Bear with me... Im not goinf to be actube for quite sometime. But do continue to read. Read again if you want!!! Thx ILY guys! :)
~Milky
