THE HOUSE OF A KILLER

Chapter 2(Two twisted weeks later)

Aunt Kelly stepped in through the front door looking like she hadn't slept in Days . We never found Ben that night .

 The back door was left unlocked ,Leen and I decided to go outside looking for him when it started to rain . The wind was hauling as the sky turned a heavy shade of grey . We looked for him everywhere we could . When the rest of the family got back home we all went looking together . 

Ben was claustrophobic and couldn't hide in a place for long . He never joked very much and was always minding his own business . Which meant this wasn't a prank . He was also a coward ,so we knew he would never go out anywhere alone .

Aunt Kelly collapsed the launch chair and threw her bag on the sofa next to it . Her bright face was filled with nothing but grief , her golden locks that went down her shoulders were in a messy bun and probably hadn't been brushed since long . I never stopped thinking about ben . I was the oldest of us three , I was supposed to take care of them . it was all my fault .

 Me and Leen hung 'missing person ' posters all around town and even asked many locals if they might have seen something  unusual from our house that night. Most of them didn't see much but it was only Mr. Peatson who had . The creepy old neighbor from down the street was shooing away some nosy kids playing a prank on him before the storm when he noticed a strange person standing outside our house carefully examining it . The person was a man probably in his forties and had a tall and a bonny exterior .

"He didn't seem like much more than a passing stranger to me, but you never know—there might be more to him than meets the eye."

"His exact words, What do you think he ment by it?" Leen asked . 

"Carleen, come on we must go home " Aunt Kelly's tired voice floated in the room . "Coming!" Leen shouted back "Don't forget to look more into this, please.  we might find him faster this way" . For the first time I could sense the seriousness in her tone . 

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We just finished having dinner as I headed upstairs. I walked into my room and closed the door softly as I pulled out the letter from under my pillow .

 'Dear Carissa'. It said , by the looks of it , it seemed as if she was some police officer or detective who was searching for this maybe-killer. It also seemed as if they used to be friends before all of this , but i needed more than just that to figure stuff out .

 Though whoever this person was , they were very smart if they got away with something like murder without getting caught, it  means they must have had a bigger plan than  that. I wonder if they were ever cought for their crimes.

I closed the letter and took a deep breath. I had to do this—for Ben. As I left the room, I crept down the dark, twisting corridor, trying to make as little noise as possible. Antique paintings lined the walls, their eyes seeming to follow me with an unsettling intensity.

I turned left into the red-tinted hallway that stretched out before me. I focused on steadying my breathing: in... and out... in... and out.

The dim beam of my flashlight flickered over the walls, casting eerie shadows that danced along with the ghostly light. The portraits of smiling women seemed to watch me . I move closer . Now carefully I remove the painting . "Please don't kill me lady" I wisper under my breath