As we entered the house, Amy gasped in shock and horror. From wall to wall, blood covered the home.
I chuckled. "What's so funny?" Sneered Amy. "You looked shocked to see blood in a crime scene. "
She just growled, and we continued exploring. I looked at pictures of the family that was murdered here. A husband, a wife, and a small baby girl.
On the table with the pictures, was a folder. It said,
POLICE REPORT
I opened it and read.
Another family murdered by that heartless murderer. He has no mercy, not even for children. He must be stopped. Here is the information I have collected on him.
Name: Jeffrey Woods AKA: Jeff The Killer Reason for killing: Fun Weaknesses : None Appearance :
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IF SEEN DO NOT APPROACH HE WILL KILL YOU
This was... Unsettling, to say the least. I closed the file and shoved it in my bag to finish reading later. I caught up with Jake and Amy as they left the room.
The next room was the kitchen. A pool of blood was in the middle of the floor, although the blood looked old. I glanced once more around the room. There was an unnatural amount of knives in here.
"Why are all these knives rusty?! Did these people even wash them? Like omg so gross!" Amy said.
I just stared at her. She was a fucking dumb ass.
"What? Is there something on me? Ew ew ew! Get it off!" Amy said then starting patting her self, trying to get something off her.
I gave Jake a look that said, ' are you really dating this dumb ass?' He ignored it and reassured Amy that nothing was on her. I started searching the kitchen.
Opening one of the kitchen drawers, I say that it was full of knife cleaning supplies. The next one had knife sharpeners. I was getting a very bad feeling about all this.
I reached to open one of the top cabinets, and growled a I realized I was to short. "Fuck" I said.
Jake looked over at me then burst out laughing. "stoooop it's not that funny!" I huffed then crossed my arms.
"Here let me open it for you"Jake walked over to open the cabinet for me. "No! Don't help me!I got it!" I yelled. I hate asking for help. It makes me seem weak.
