Supernatural Case Files

Damian: The lost smile

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Chapter 3

'Maybe I am behaving a little more cautiously after the horrific sight of what my men have to go through. My health is still fit as ever even after this much time has passed. I hope everyone is carrying their work accordingly.' Imagined Leon as he walked through the bridge theorizing to recreate how Zareena could've fallen into it.
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'Most of the property has already been searched except for this particular room.

I particularly memorized Zareena's mention. I wonder why her words are stuck in my mind.

The room that looks deeper from the outside than the inside.''

Walking up to the oddly unfinished portion of the property, Olivia had an eerie feeling about this particular room.

'Considering my instant, I should be a lot more careful. I need Yolt.' thought Olivia while still trying to figure out a few proper ways to barge into this suspicious room.
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Narrowing his gaze across the darkened door frame Brian questioned in his curiosity, "Are you sure this is the room she mentioned." With his grip tight against the dog's harness.

Yolt barked restlessly and nonstop. Leon could not ignore anything over the moment now. Leon rushed in his approach to help them following the dog's loud bark.

Pointing the flashlight into the darkroom from where Yolt's barking could be heard clearly, Olivia stepped into this room. Observing through the dog's activity, they noticed the restless clawing her against the walls. Walking closer to the wall, Olivia noticed a brick-width dark space below that space where most of the claw marks were engraved as if the Yolt attempted to dig out something but couldn't. Brian observantly stepped into the room following the directions of Olivia's torch. Walking into the darkness, where their flashlight felt just capable enough of leaving behind the narrower yet inadequate band of light. Adjusting through the situation, Brian adjusted the light perpendicularly to the wall which made the light shine brighter and concentrated on the floor and almost the entirety of the wall surface.

Under the illumination, Brian observed the claw marks and the dirt lining entrailed on the floor along with scattered bits of the molding material.

'Now that is the reason for Yolt's barking...'

"Brian, did you find anything.."

"Yes, Dad,
All thanks to what Yolt dug out. Dad the powder on the floor is not from the wall but the drugs stored and have no known connection to the construction material. Expressed Brian while managing to carefully take away a part of the molded material from this wall with his bare hands. Brian further widened the small brick gap with his bare strength.

"You exposed some crushed plastic bags at the same time. Look over these crushed ends, one can see the revealing transparent plastic bags with the drug material that you just talked about."

The father and his son had a typically mind-setting conversation when they felt like a fool interrupted them.

"Can you both try using these cool-looking hatchets instead of barehand power?" Added Tyler out of his curiosity.

"From where did you retrieve such dreaded weapons?" Taunted Leon raising his dark eyebrow.

"From behind the gaps of these  walls." Answered Tyler casually.

"Appreciate your brilliance for once. Brian and you made me realize the two coin face theory. Now that Brian revealed these drug bags. Tyler, can you provide us with those hatchets you gathered." Asked Leon. Finally taking hold of the metal thin bold wood hatchet, Leon was almost curious about this deep, rusted, narrow cutting edge and its attack strength on the wall.  All clear and a sharp narrow cut making it a most deadly weapon. He wondered what could such a thing do in this lady's house.

Walking away from where Tyler dug his way through the wall hole, Tyler blindly raised his torch again. This narrow passage that he talked about, reflected the light reflection bleakly., making known the fact that it was not just the hatchet but multiple multipurpose sharp metal weapons of guaranteed usage. All arranged under a single plane that made the light reflect through the wall opposite to the one he dug into.

Walking through the narrow dark secret alley, decorated by all sorts of heavy to the lightest metal blades of various forms organized on the outer wall occupying almost half of the dimly lit space, Tyler almost brushed his finger through one of the free-hanging sharp blades of a crooked scythe. Recognizing sawed machetes of ranging sizes, deadly huge butcher knives, shipping blades, and hanging thorny four-edged rusty hooks alongside chained huge spikey metal balls hanging from the hanging rod edge. Recollecting the construction, Tyler memorized the exact location and facing of each of the four windows built in either direction occupying one window on a wall solely but built in the real walls. Wisely tapping through both the walls, with the little light he got through the window and his flash, he noticed the color difference between these two walls. Relatively paler walls were the ones that could be broken down with just some brute strength, and the difference in the pattern of sound produced gave out the wall strength and the material inside. The faker walls felt hollow with a loud tapping sound whereas the real walls produced barely any sound and could also stand against the weight of clutching, dense metal bodies alongside the embedded metal hooks with a window on each.

Glaring down to this clear and sharp imaged reflection on the smooth polished tiles, Tyler recollected how the flooring on the other side was rough and antiglare compared to these polished ones here. The height of the floor lowered much against his height. Every minute detail could take him by amusement considering how he constructed all these details from nothing.
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Feeling a sharp sense of pain, Olivia gasped back to reality. Never could she realize the length of time she fell unconscious over this hard concrete flooring. Her fingers smoothly caressed away the tiny stone engraved in her skin. Running her hand through her face, Olivia almost felt blood flowing. Under the spark of her torchlight, she could almost catch up to the spark of the puddled blood.

"Maybe the fall wasn't gentle for me." Mumbled Olivia with her voice dulled down, She blindly waved her flashlight above into blind directions within the pitch darkness. Lowering her torch to the ground, Olivia had exactly got a clear image of how rough and broken the surface was, which left small open wounds and bruising on her skin. She realized how realistically painful was this floor when compared to the one above from when she slipped causing a dent to form uniting both floors. Getting back on her weak knees. Olivia waved her flashing light in blind directions. Scanning through several spaces, Olivia's gaze landed on a particular entailed dim flash spreads, puzzled and curious.  While still approaching the sight that could still be quite horrifying, Olivia screamed louder when she thought she could partially recognize what her eyes had gazed upon. With her agonizing fear running out as a scream, Olivia let go of her flashlight which on hitting the ground had the glass front into pieces. Light scattered intensely on what scared her the most.

"3 mummified bodies!" the words came out after her scream, with the feeling of horror too severe to give the bravest a heart attack.
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