As I walked into the house it smelled of rotten things, but I didn't know what. Cans of soup were open but I could tell nothing in them had been eaten. It seemed like I was loco but I wasn't, this place was filled with smoke and there were no window. I got into the living room and that's when I dropped everything. There was reddish black stuff on the floor but no sign of a body. Last night I called the police and told them I heard a scream but the police didn't seem to care. It all made sense now the scream and looking in the same house I heard it in just to find, what seems like, blood. I scream and run out of the room when I hear a bang. I was pretty sure we checked in here before we came in. I walk slowly into the living room and see some police on the floor with two men running out the other door. I listen to here screams down the street and car crashes. I was in what seemed like the underground. I couldn't think about what I should do so I quickly did what anyone else would do and ran, ran so far that I was lost and heard the sound of coyotes and wolves maybe some owls. I fell asleep and didn't wake up
