Ashley Cherilyn
I'm in a small town, 23 years of age and I've lived in this little town for almost 5 years now.
This is not what I expected it to be, but it has its own antique charm. There's not a house in this little town that is the same. The border of the town is a lush green forestry terrain with a few bird nests on the edges, but mysteriously, no matter what time of day it is, the further you go into the forest the darker it gets. There's only one way in and one way out of this place and its a dirt road straight through the forest.
Today for some reason feels that nothing can go wrong. However, I might be mistaken because of lack of knowledge of a calm life. It's been 2 weeks since the last death in our little town, Ravenswood. Each month I see at least 2 deaths accounted for, but most are in-explainable.
Since I work as a Forensic Scientist for the NCIS, therefore I have noticed deep lacerations on the right rib-cage of each victim. On our last victim I found two puncture wounds on the left wrist, unique from the others. It seems like our suspect has changed their pattern. Yet we still find other unique cases that the victims have been decapitated, as well as the chest of the victims have been shredded to the bone, all the cuts were perfectly in parallel with each other, like they got clawed by an animal but one nonexistent. There is no way this is human.
I got home and finally got to relax in a hot bubble bath, it gave me time to think. Could this really be a serial killer or could this be something completely different. I needed to go examine the evidence again before I could carry on with the investigation.
I was getting ready for bed and I decided to take a look at the case files at least once more before I go sleep. The pictures of the crime scenes were in the file, about 15 pictures were taken. As I was looking through them I noticed something that I hadn't noticed before. A sign of remorse was seen in each and every case. The victims were placed on their backs, eyes were closed and the hands of the victims were placed neatly crossed over their chest. This shows that our suspects felt bad for what they did and we know that its more than one suspect because of the different methods.
The next morning I started my daily routine that I have had since I first moved to Ravenswood.
5 Years Earlier
I was new out of High school and I had friends who decided from Middle school that we would move in together. We found a little house in the middle of Python Street. This house has been through so many generations of the Cheralyns. I am the 15th generation of the Cheralyns that have lived in this house and I assure you I was not happy about it.
The first thing we noticed as we walked into the front door was the stench of death. I've never smelt something so vial in my life. It smelt like my older brothers gym socks after coming home from rugby practice on a hot day sprayed with skunk fluids. It was really bad, I nearly threw up my breakfast.
No one knew where that horrific smell was coming from. Of course my roomies didn't think much of it, but I had this sense that something wasn't right with this house.
Especially when all my past family members that had lived in this house have mysteriously disappeared. I didn't want to be the last one to go missing since I'm an only child and my parents died just last month. I have stayed with my friend Jenny ever since.
Under these circumstances, we had no choice but to stay there considering there was nowhere else we could go at a price we could afford.
The house was a double story house with those countryside windows, but the glass was slightly tinted for a reason I did not know. The roof was painted a turquoise blue and the walls were a cream colour. It was quite a beautiful house, it had a antique expression as you glanced around at the different features.
We finally walked in the front door and started searching for our rooms. I chose the room on the top floor with the balcony, because I needed a place to be by myself and not be disturbed.
