Broken and Scarred

In a house with a psychopath

Ouma checks quickly that he's packed all his stuff for the sleepover.

"Pyjamas? Check. Toothbrush? Check. Teddy for if I get scared at night? Check. Lots of chocolate? Check."

He grinned. "Looks like I have everything!" Putting on the bag, Ouma left his house, heading toward Shuichi's.

He soon arrived there and knocked. Shuichi opened the door, looking exhausted. "Oh, hi Kokichi. Come in."

Ouma stepped inside Shuichi's house. It was big and spacious, with a huge crystal chandalier, and fancy wallpaper, which made Ouma wonder why a teenage boy had it all to himself.

"Did you say you lived alone?" The smaller of the two asked, gazing around at the house.

Shuichi nodded. "My parents are away on a business trip for about 8 months, so for now, it's just me."

Ouma gasped at the sight of the grand staircase. "Woah! Just how rich is your family?!"

Shuichi laughed slightly. "Not the richest, but definitely not poor."

Ouma ran up the staircase and looked around upstairs. He heard Shuichi yell, but didn't listen.

He soon came across a door which said, in capital letters:

DO NOT ENTER.

But Ouma, being the person he is, opened the door.

He soon wished he hadn't...

On the floor were decaying bodies, covered in dried blood, and smelt like they'd been there for months, even years.

Ouma screamed, stumbling back and falling over, covering his mouth so that he didn't throw up everywhere.

He felt someone pull him to his feet.

"I told you not to look in there!" Shuichi snapped, but looked concerned rather than angry.

Ouma let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. "Why are there....dead bodies in your house?"

Shuichi sighed sadly. "My parents are very worried that people will try to steal all their money, so they lure them here and kill them....I'm completely against it, but I don't dare call the police, because I know that if I do, I'll be next."

Ouma wasn't exactly calmed down, but trusted Shuichi. "Alright....But after leaving here tomorrow, I'm calling the cops."

Shuichi shook his head. "No, they could hurt you..."

"I don't care, I'm doing it! It's not right for you to live in a house where dead bodies are slowly rotting!"

Shuichi looked away. "Fine...But if something happens, I did warn you.."

They didn't really talk for the rest of the night. It was only when they were watching a movie that a thought occured to Ouma.

"Hey, Shuichi..?" The smaller spoke, looking at the other boy.

"Yes?" Shuichi replied, looking over at him.

"How long did you say your parents have been gone for?"

"8 months."

Ouma bit his lip. "And....how long have those bodies been up there..?"

Shuichi stood up so fast that it almost made Ouma flinch.

"So, you figured it out, huh?" Shuichi whispered.

"F...Figured what out?" Ouma replied, a feeling of dread settling in his stomach.

Shuichi chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? Those dead bodies up there...are my parents. I killed them."

Ouma's eyes widened in horror.