Trapped Souls

The Stench

The next day, I decided to head downstairs, planning to buy some groceries but ended up staring at room 28 on the 2nd floor. My curiosity got the best of me. The smell of something rotting, the smell of something fishy. Then I saw something in the corner of my eyes. There was a pen....not just a pen, but Dong's pen....

I shrugged it off, thinking that he must've dropped it when he ran away. I picked up the pen and placed it in my pocket just in case for evidence of Dong's missing appearance. I had to cover my nose because of that horrible stench. As I opened the door to room 28, I was surprised that it was unlocked. I hesitated before finally taking a step into the room. The stench  getting stronger and worse. I walked around the apartment room, covering my nose and staying on guard. I suddenly stopped in front of a door that was already opened half way. I didn't want to go in because the stench, that smell, was getting worse and closer. I finally gathered the courage to take a step in the room. A horrible smell of waves washed over me, making me gag. I hunched over, but when I did, blood was on the floor... How the hell did I not realize there was blood there?... I gagged again, feeling sick and nauseous from all this overwhelming stuff crashing onto me... After a while, I finally calmed down (a little), and decided to investigate the blood. It was coming from the closet.

I opened the closet door, my hands trembling slightly as I embraced myself. As I opened the closet door, I was met with a huge swarm of flies. I looked down, seeing a dead cat... Its organs were gushed out and cut out of its stomach. Its limbs were cut off and thrown across the room. The cat must've been a mother after I saw 5 small kittens lying dead on the floor next to the mother. It looks as if the kittens had eaten  the mother's organs before finally dying with her...I gagged and threw up, immediately closing the closet door. I felt bad for the mother and her kittens...

I ran out of the room, only to be greeted with a bag of other dead kittens that were killed brutally in different ways...some cats were killed by their heads getting cut off, some died by rat poisoning, some died by getting cut in half, some died by their throat getting cut off, and some died by hunger.

This...This must've been the stench...the stench of something rotten....all this time, the stench that ive been walking past for the past 3 and a half months was dead rotting cats...