Chapter 2: The Dirty House

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Jason's P.O.V.

         I was lost and I heard a car crash. I quickly responded to that bu my head, spinning to my right and saw the incident. I ran as fast as I can to get there. There was a van and a long bus that crashed with each other. It was a fatal accident. It was causing heavy traffic adnd it was blocking the road. And also unfortunately, all the people inside the bus and the van are dead including the driver. Some of the citizens are trying to help get rid of the van and the bus that crashed to each other. Then the police came with a truck that can carry small cars. The truck carried the van somewhere and the road was not that blocked anymore and some of the cars are allowed to pass. I tried to help too, and now we have to get rid of the bus. The police said that they could handle it. So I let them do it because I have more important things to do, like solving this case. 

       I started to make a move. I went to ask for some ways to get to the police station. It's a long walk, but I made sure that I walk as fast as I can with my given time. Time is gold, and so that is really true. Unfortunately, once I reached the station, I haven't got any. I was very lost and now it's midnight!

       Where did the police go?! I started pacing and panicking. Where could they be? Why aren't they here? Are they leaving this case to me? Lazy people!

       I don't have a choice but to walk and walk until I find my home. I found some tracks of blood and then it led me to this huge, old, eerie dirty house. Will this house bring me to something? Then I felt something on that house. It made me shiver. The wind is different and so is my feeling to this place. It just made me... curious.

       I knew you were thinking: "Curiosity killed the cat," I know I know, but I have a catch to that: "But satisfaction brought it back." So it means that, it's like my life here is at sake. 50% 50%. Will I die? Will something happen to me? I'll never know unless  try... right?

       I hope I do because I'm going inside.

       I started to take small and very slow steps. My eyes are still in the wooden door of the house. Big like a mansion. But scary like Allie. Ha-ha, funny right? Okay, let's take this one seriously. I step in at last to front door. Will I knock? Psh, knocking is so last year, Allie plays in my mind, saying those statements. Maybe she's right... for once. So I carefully went inside the house. As quiet as the mouse.

     When I went inside, it was dusty and then I started hearing things that sounded like ghost. My skin shivers in response to that. The noise is getting louder and louder. It's like I'm in a scary movie, but I'm not.

       It started raining. I grabbed my flashlight and lighted up the way because it was really dark. I kept going and arrived in a deep part of the house. It's so smelly! That stench! I can't breathe! It smells like a bunch of dead animals and people. I must check this out. I followed the stench and I heard footsteps coming towards me. So I ran in the house and then I tripped, I was sure I was falling on a staircase, this might be the basement, And that stench! It's getting worse!

        Those footsteps, Why can't I hear them anymore? I may be not alone in this house, what if the killer is here? This is very dangerous, I must be careful! So I kept on following that stinky smell, I'm kinda used to it by now. How long have I been walking? It really felt like hours walking in this stinky smell. Nevermind that, after that I went to an even deeper part of the house and the basement! I saw Aunt Lisa hanging in a rope! She was killed by the killer choking her using a rope! But where could the others be? There's more stench in here and it really smells bad. I followed the stench again and found Uncle Troy dead! He was stabbed by a sharp knife and shot by a gun! Is this the killer's hideout? Why here? Is this a trap? Then I started hearing those footsteps again. Those footsteps are making me nervous. There's a big chance the one making those footsteps is the killer.

        This house is really creepy. There are so many bugs in this house. Then I got surprised when I felt something In my back. Who is it? I'm getting really nervous. When I touched it, it was a huge black and hairy tarantula. I swept it away from my back. Man that made me nervous! I was hearing drops of water now. I felt a door here and I opened it. This is where the stench is and I'm sure of it now. It smells so bad! It feels like I'm in the dump. I pointed my flashlight to my hand and it was very dirty. When I touched the wall, it was so dusty. I'm still hearing the drops of water. I tried to sense where it is and I found out it was in a sink. It was rusty and now I realized I just went to the bathroom. It really stinks in here, I better go out! This place is weird but I may have found the killer's hideout. Those footsteps. I knew it was close. The killer was walking towards me!
 
        "Who's there?! I'm not afraid of you! Show yourself!" I said, pointing flashlight to the person. There was nothing in result. Is that even a 'person'?

       I guess we'll never know if we don't get deeper, right?

       I was trying to be brave and I was also sweating. I was shivering because I was nervous. And that stench! It's just making things worse. Then using my left hand, I grabbed my gun from my pocket while my flashlight is on my right hand. I pointed the gun at the direction where the person following me is walking towards me. Then I pointed the flashlight and it lighted up the path where I heard the footsteps, and then in a while... it stops.

       My heart was pounding, and in my ears pumping, my legs wanted to give up, my throat throbbing, my knees are getting weak, my eyes are getting blurry, I think I'm going to fainting. Am I? Beads of sweat are pouring down my heated face...

       And then I saw...
            

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