The old woman's house is charming, in a vintage sort of way. Pale purple paint, white picket fence. Quaint and cute. You wouldn't imagine the horrors that lay within the house. Straightening my suitcoat, I take a step forward. Up the steps and into the house. Utter chaos of people compared to the peace of being outside. Police tape, criminal investigation teams bagging evidence, police everywhere. I work my way in carefully, not to mess anything up. Back to the deep freeze in the shed outback.
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