Dealing With Murder

I Found Something

I pull up to the driveway in my black Mercedes, and park it. Grabbing my purse, I close the car door behind me. I grab my keys as I head towards the door, when I drop them to the sight of my front door already being unlocked. A shadow creeps out from the open door. I stand in shock, and then think of my parents. I called my mom, no answer. I panic and click on my dad's number, when I suddenly heard a loud noise come from within my house. I peer inside to see blood on the carpet. I place my hand in front of my mouth to keep myself from throwing up at the thought of what could have happened.

I hear the sound again, and it's coming from behind a door. Then, my bedroom door starts shaking and rumbling. I hear a growl, and barks, it's my dog. He's slamming himself into the door, trying to catch the crook. I tell myself, that if I let him out, he'll make too much noise, and if the banging suddenly stops, then the crook will probably know someone else is here.

I then follow the trail of blood I saw at the front door, with my dog barking behind me in the other room. I whisper,"Sorry," and moved forward. The dark, slick, red liquid was smeared across the floor down into the basement. I breathed heavily, trying to prepare myself for what was down there. My heart was beating out of time, I'm petrified.

I approached the basement door slowly, and opened it. I made sure not to make any sound, or let any light creep out. My hands shook as I tip toed down the steep, dark stairs. I had one hand on the stair railing, and the other behind my back, holding on tightly to my phone that had the police from the tap of a finger. If something goes wrong, I have them to call.

My bare feet were cold against the icy cement floor. Cold, until I stepped in blood. The slick, red liquid was warm, almost fresh, it stuck to my skin and I stopped myself from squealing. I gulped with remorse, and kept going. Even though it was dark, I knew I had reached the last step, because of that prickly, hard, and cold floor. I kneeled down, and found something to hide behind, just in case anyone was there. There was a light in the back of the room, but it was dim. I inched towards it, making sure no one was there, I investigated and then found it was safe. I then covered my eyes, and kept my foot on the blood trail to make sure I didn't lose where I was going. I didn't want to see what was there, what that person had done to create such a long blood trail. I kept walking until I came to something cold, and lifeless on the floor. Then, I felt as warm liquid oozed out onto my bare feet. Panicked, I backed away, tripping over my feet, and landed on my back. My hand had touched something...squishy.

"Uh...uh...", I turned around hesitantly, and  saw a glimmering eyeball staring back at me. Then, I realized, my other hand was touching a heart. A no longer beating heart. It was cold, and felt so real, I felt nauseous, and stood up startled. Only to step back into the cold, lifeless body that was decomposing behind me. My eyes widened as I saw someone who was nearly impossible to identify. Words can not nearly describe what has happened to this man. My hands shook, as I then struggled to remove my foot from the inside of this person. I used all my strength to try and get my leg out, and when it finally came out, the skin of this man was sticking to my skin. His flesh was torn off of his back, and stuck on the bottom of my foot. I tore away the flesh and threw it somewhere, and let out a scream. "N-n-no...No! This can't be happening to me!" I felt so sick, I didn't know what to do. I felt the barf that I had held down before, move up. There was so much. I cried, until I felt a drop fall on my head. I looked up, to see my mother hanging by a rope.