I took out my magnifying glass from my belt bag with a few other belongings i owned. The blood looked fresh, as if someone came here and did something which they weren't suppose to a few days ago. Least to say hours. I was alone inside the room. The eerie atmosphere made me creeped out.
The rotten walls. The stains. The water dripping from the vine covered rusted pipes in the small enclosed room made it even worse. I bent down and took a cotton swab for a sample of blood to run the tests. Thoughts rushed through my mind as i wore my gloves. "Whos blood is this? what if i mess up? what if im the next one who will end up like this person?" The blood smelt disgusting but i finally took enough samples so that the victim could be identified. Suddenly I felt something sharp scratch my back. A deep voice called out my name. "Bridget Von Astenberg, is your name if im not mistaken?". I didnt dare look back nor move. What do i do.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDxpjGFqwk0
