The Door.

Chapter- 5

Where Is Mrs. Señorpizza?

Dashing up the stairs, my heart raced as I climbed each step toward home, anxiety and dread mounting within me. Finally, I reached the last step and turned to see what awaited me. The scene before me brought my heart to a sudden halt, and my mouth dropped open in disbelief. "WHAT THE HELL?"

Señorpizza's body was nowhere to be found! Our flat was wide open, as if some unseen force had swept through it, leaving chaos in its wake. There was not a single sign of her presence, no trace that could explain what had happened. Panic surged through me like a tidal wave, and my heart raced as I stepped cautiously inside my house.

"Guys? Dordan? Pesti? Pablo? Where are you?" I yelled, my voice echoing through the empty rooms, hoping for a reassuring response. The unsettling silence only heightened my anxiety.

Suddenly, the drowsy tranquillity of the kitchen was shattered as my friends emerged, their faces a mix of confusion and concern.

"What happened? Why are you guys inside? Where's Señorpizza?" I asked, my voice tinged with panic.

"Dordan burnt our kitchen again, Suzuki!" Pablo exclaimed, his tone a blend of disbelief and frustration. "He left the milk on the stove while you were busy cleaning the shoe racks! We could have died with Señorpizza in here if I hadn't caught that awful burning smell!"

Although the kitchen disaster was noteworthy, my mind was racing with more urgent concerns. "I don't care about that right now. Where the hell is Señorpizza? Where did you guys hide her corpse?" I inquired, my annoyance creeping into my voice as I struggled to comprehend the situation.

"What? Isn't she lying out? We didn't do anything to her! We ran in as soon as you dashed to the other building!" Grenade defended themselves, clearly perplexed.

"Then how the hell can a corpse move by itself?" I shot back, the absurdity of the situation amplifying my frustration.

"We have no idea, Tailor!" the boys responded in unison, their expressions reflecting their shared confusion.

"Wait! I think I know who might have moved her body!" I exclaimed suddenly, a flicker of insight illuminating my mind.

"Who?" they all asked in eager intrigue.

"It must be that guy from the opposite building! His mom said he left to buy groceries! It has to be him!" I declared, the urgency in my tone growing stronger with each word.

"Then let's get going!" Dordan replied, his eagerness reigniting my hope.

"Hold on! I have his number! Let's track his phone and find out where he is!" I said, a plan forming in my mind.

Pesticide, always one to embrace his inner mad scientist, took the slip of paper with the number from me and immediately started fiddling with his laptop, the sound of keys clacking filling the tense atmosphere.

"He's at the Soobermarget grocery store, which is three streets away from here," he said, his eyes lighting up with the thrill of discovery.

"Great! We need to move—right away!" Pablo urged, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"But what about our house? What if a burglar comes in?" I interjected, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

"If a burglar comes in, he might feel sorry for our sorry state and leave some money on the table for us to buy something to eat," Pablo replied with a smirk, his practicality grounding my rising fears.

Well, it wasn't entirely a lie. I shrugged off my lingering worries, and together we burst out of the flat and started to walk. (Cheap people neither own a car nor ride bikes, after all.)

As we continued our trek down the street, I suddenly noticed a face that sent a chill racing down my spine—one I recognized all too well. I froze, terror coursing through me. "OH SHIT! BOYS, RUN!!" I shouted in a panic, urging them to flee as adrenaline surged through my body, pushing us into full flight.