Not continuing but I'll make a revised version soon
Lana's next door neighbors house was empty until now. Apparently a painter moved next door. She always wondered if anyone was gonna buy that house. But things start to get suspicious when he boarde...
It has been 2 weeks and a total of 5 kids have came of missing. My number one suspect was my neighbor. He was just creepy, he barely came out, and he always buy duct tape.
Now tell me that is not suspicious at all. Every day after work I see him buy duct tape. The cashier always joke with him about something to do with repairing something. The thing he just stares at the cashier emotionless.
One day as I was walking past his house I heard a child scream. At that moment I decided it was enough. I went up to his door and knocked. A woman answered, she looked weird..
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"Who are you, where is chad". She just stared back at me it was uncomfortable. In the back I heard banging on a door. When it was over she turned back and the door was left open.
I was curious on what was inside so I just walked in. "OH MY GOSH" the walls were covered in blood. Just then I heard a door creak open. I ran back to my house and locked the door.
I looked out my window and saw a man look back at me smiling. He slowly wrote on the window in blood "watch out". I promised to never to go to that house again.
I took a few days off to go on vacation to get my mind off things. I decided to travel to California. I lived in Texas it was only 2 states over so I decided to take a plane.
As I packed up to leave I went shopping a bit. That's when I saw my neighbor again. Only this time he was getting a wig and makeup. I just couldn't stand seeing him in pubic.
The strangest thing is that I didn't report his house to the police. I just felt like I didn't have to. I finished shopping and I passed by a house with police around it. They were talking to Mrs. Quin her daughter has gone missing, not a surprise.
