With the carriage stopped in front of Caleb's townhouse Nicholas turned to his wife. "I'll only be a moment. There's no need for you to come in Elizabeth." She just nodded her head in agreement as Nicholas descended out of the carriage and proceeded to the front door. He knocked several times but there was no answer. He tried again and again but there was still no answer so he turned around and climbed back into their carriage. "Apparently he's not home." He said as he leaned back in his seat.
"Nicholas something just doesn't feel right here. We have to check out the townhouse. I can't shake this feeling of dread." She said.
"Elizabeth, we can't just break into someone's townhouse. You know that is against the law." He said trying to get her to settle down and just relax so they could go home.
"No, I'm not leaving. If you won't go into the house, I will." She said as she climbed across Nicholas and opened the carriage door and stepped out before he realized what she was doing. He swore under his breath and then followed her up to the front door. She had already knocked with no answer so she tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. Looking over at Nicholas who was standing next to her she opened the door and stepped in. "Is anyone home?" She asked but got no reply.
"Like I said, no one's home."
"Well I'm still not satisfied, I just have this horrible feeling inside. We must search the house."
"Now you just asking for trouble Elizabeth. We could actually get arrested for breaking and entering."
"I don't care. We must search the entire house! We'll start on this floor and then make our way upstairs." With that said she walked into the study and found it empty. "Caleb are you home?" Still silence. Next she walked over to the dining room. No one was there. Well I'll check in the kitchen." She said as she pushed open the kitchen door. "Oh my God! Nicholas. Oh my God!!" She said as she entered further into the kitchen. There on the floor was Caleb lying in a pool of his own blood with a meat cleaver stuck in his head as well as multiple knives sticking out of his body. Her hand flew up over her mouth as Nicholas came up beside her and was shocked at what he saw. He was speechless. He instantly grabbed Elizabeth and left the kitchen. "We must inform the authorities right away! He helped her back into the carriage as he instructed the driver to head directly to the nearest constable's station.
It didn't take them very long before they pulled up in front of the constable's office. They both climbed out of their carriage and went into the office. There were several constable assistants coming in and out the front doors. Nicholas guided Elizabeth over to the constable's desk where he looked up from the massive pile of paperwork on his desk. "May I help you with something sir?" He said looking through his spectacles up at them.
"Yes, I want to report a murder."
The constable immediately stood up when he heard what Nicholas had said. "A murder you say?"
"Yes it's Caleb Mack."
Okay. Then how did you come by this inform, sir?"
"After the funeral today of Thomas Nelson my wife and I stopped by his townhouse because he didn't attend the funeral. Seeing that they were best friends I thought it was a little odd that he wasn't there. That's why my wife and I stopped by his townhouse. To make sure nothing was amiss."
"I see, and what happened next?"
"We each had knocked on the front door but there was no answer."
"If no one was at home then how did you find Mr. Mack?" The constable interrupted, he was getting a little suspicious now.
"Damn it!" Nicholas said, starting to get very inpatient with this man. His anger now rising to the point of totally blowing up on this man. My wife tried the doorknob and it was surprisingly unlocked. I thought this was very odd so we let ourselves in. When we still didn't get an answer from anyone we started searching the house for him. Unfortunately we found him dead lying in a pool of his own blood on the kitchen floor."
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DEADLY REVENGE
ParanormalFear is the strongest emotion of all mankind. But the strongest kind of fear is the fear of the unknown. If you don't believe in the unbelievable, then you will be its next victim.