I slowly cracked open the door to reveal an empty rocking chair swaying backwards and forwards at a steady rate. All that was in the room was the rocking chair, an old king-sized bed with a rotting mattress and an open window with only half a side of drapes.
"The master bedroom. This is where the parents had their throat slits and were then chopped up into tiny pieces. Their dog found these pieces and ate them." Phoveous commented as he analyzed the rotting room.
"You've done your research," I smirked.
The chair slowed down to a complete halt the nearer me, Phoveous and Sabrina got to it.
The door slammed leaving us with a haunting echo. I let out a jagged breath before locating myself at the head of the bed on the left side. There was a rotting, brown bedside table with a half-open dr
