The smell of that fresh breeze blows onto my face as I walk through the door. The scenery of the crystal clear water and the sound of the waves washing onto shore. Bringing me the childhood memories I have. As I explored the new home there was something that shook me. There was a body a dead body on the ground. I scream as loud as I can and it seems like no one can hear me. I sprinted to the door and tried to open it but the door didn’t budge to open at all. It felt like it had been locked from outside or someone might glued it shut. As I tried many countless ways to take the door down it still looked perfectly normal. So I just gave up. As I walked towards the body I saw that the body’s eyes had been opened. It gave me goosebumps. All of a sudden, I heard random noises like cracking and the stove turned on by itself. As I looked around everything seemed fine until I looked down at the body. The body isn’t there anymore there is only the blood. On the floor there a bloody handwriting. Which said…