House at the end of the road

I always felt uneasy whenever I walked down on this road on my way home after work. I don’t know. The way the winds blow, or the trees move here, kind of remind me that there’s something not quite right here.

One day when I walked down the road, I suddenly heard the sound of a woman crying softly. I turned around to find the source, but the voice was literally from everywhere. I quickened my pace and leaved that place before something happened.

The next day, I heard that voice again at that road. This time it’s even more sadder. I looked around. I don’t know why, but that one abandoned house on the corner of the road grabbed my attention. I went to that house and peeked from the broken front window. HOLY CRAP! There was an actual woman strapped there and literally beaten to death! It was awesome she still alive with all those wounds and bruise!

I immediately tried to find an iron bar to crack open the door, which luckily there were some laying nearby. I rushed in and went for that woman. Ugh! What a foul smell! I noticed there were some bones laying on the floor and flies flew around them. I opened her mouth strap.

“Thank you!” she cried while smiling. “We are so hungry!” She continued.

“Okay, I will get food for you after we get out of here.” I whispered while my hand touched my phone to call 911. “Wait, did you said ‘we’? Where’s the others?”

“Behind you.” She said calmly.

I was turned my head around when suddenly a very hard blow struck my head and everything goes black.