Courage's Curse

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It took an unbelievably long time for Milo to manage to get the courage to go inside the house, whose door had already been hacked open with what appeared to be an axe. This made him concerned.

Stepping inside the pitch black house, Milo couldn't help but pull out the gun and have it ready for whenever he needed it. He wasn't going to take any chances. The house on the inside reeked of what smelled like vomit and chemicals, and he felt sick having to breath the foul air in.

Staying as quiet as he could, Milo continued to search through the house, picking up a few things such as keys and most importantly to him, a flashlight. Now being able to see things much better in a close range, he felt a little more sure of what he was doing, after all, chances were that this man was dead, right?

Walking down one of the hallways, Milo spotted another path, one with no door, leading to another room. Creeping in, it appeared to be some sort of kitchen, but there was quite a different one here as opposed to the others.

This made him wary. Very very wary. In the middle of the room, there was a counter, and it was big enough to hid anything on the other side. An awful smell seemed to be emulating from behind it. Milo was sweating as he crept towards the other side of the room, and his heart dropped to the floor when he shined his flashlight on the ground.

It was a sight that Milo would never forget. There was a figure on the ground, laying face first on the ground in a puddle of blood. The corpse was decaying with bugs flying around it. All these things as a whole made him feel awfully dizzy, and stumbling over to the counter, Milo dropped the flashlight on the floor and got rid of whatever he had eaten earlier that day. 

A few minutes in time passed, and Milo had regained his composure and balance. Looking down at the floor where he had dropped the flashlight. "Stay calm." 

He let out a long breath, still not looking at the corpse. "So, if there's someone dead, that means the father dude's dead, right?" Milo thought out loud, it seemed to good to be true. 

He stood in silence, contemplating his next move and finally, turned around to get one last look at the corpse. 

That was when he noticed something. There was something on the wall across from him, and his eyes widened with shock when he shined his flashlight on it. 

There were a few handprints on the wall, and drawn in blood was the words "YOUR FAULT"

"Well frick," Milo hissed, realizing his hopes were false. He didn't feel any better about himself but decided to leave the room as quickly as possible. Hurrying back into the hallway after snapping some pictures with his phone, he continued on, shuddering in fear.