Dark Stories Collection

It's two forty-five in the afternoon in the Tundra neighborhood and nothing suspicious is happening at this time. Not drug dealers who go to teens or depressed adults, don't fight gangs and don't be shouted at by crazy people. The Tundra neighborhood is a quiet and cheerful neighborhood typical of America. However, today at this time, an unknown person leaves a house that remained for sale due to the fact that it had an owner who died of the COVID virus, which happened three years ago and disappeared two years ago due to the appearance of that vaccine.

This person was dressed in a normal suit that he wears to the man who works in the field of office business, he has in his right hand a suitcase that we can assume presents important documents or valuables for any worker in a large or medium company. This anonymous person who came out of the building has short brown hair, glasses that have one editorial, emerald green eyes, facial features are different from those of a man who works in an office and has a mole on his right cheek.

That mysterious individual came out of that abandoned house as if it belonged to him and does not notice what neighbors who are staring at him see. One of the neighbors, who was mowing the lawn in the yard he owned for more than twelve years, wonders, "What is this man doing on the Finlad family property?"

That neighbor who saw that mysterious individual is Mr. Fitz Arnold, a former salesman at a normal seven-eleven store and a veteran of the wars in Afghanistan, which is still going on to this day. Arnold wanted to ask what he was looking for at that house, but when he left the yard, he saw that mysterious person arrive at a bus stop and get on the first bus that stops at that station. Mr. Fitz Arnold stared at the bus that took that mysterious person who leaves by bus as if he were the first celebrity he had ever seen, or as if he were the first son to put his sausage in the bottom of a boy when he had to put her in a woman to make his parents proud.

Mr. Fitz Arnold says to himself, "This man is certainly a thief, and I do not tolerate such a thing in my dear neighborhood." So Mr. Fitz Arnold goes to his house, where he climbs the steps of his house which have a floor that has three bedrooms, even though this gentleman has lived alone for more than 5 years due to the fact that his children grew up, his wife died the cause of skin cancer four years ago, and the brother he lived with for most of his life was arrested for drug trafficking 4 years ago. Arnold goes to the bedroom he has owned all his life, takes a revolver from a drawer, then takes only ten bullets from the second drawer because he thinks he won't need more than that. This old man, even if his age begins to speak for itself, can even hit a bottle from almost a kilometer away with a sniper rifle.

Mr. Arnold goes to his closet with his clothes, and from there he takes a bulletproof vest, which he wears with great care, and puts the revolver on the back of the jeans he has been wearing for almost two days. Arnold leaves his room somewhat equipped, starts to go down the steps of the house, goes to the door that helps him to enter and leave the house, holds the doorknob, rotates it then leaves the house. When he reached the threshold of the house, Mr. Arnold locked the door, and then looked around to see if anyone wanted to ask him what he was doing, dressed like that, and armed with a revolver. Luckily and to his surprise, no one was present at this time, even if it was the time when men took their cars and went to work or children went out to ride bicycles or play baseball in the yard.

Arnold walks to that house at a normal pace as if he were going to the house where he plays every night with neighbors his age of mahjong or poker on beer cans or cigars that are sold even at ten or twenty dollars in stores that I'm on the verge of going bankrupt the next day. In a few moments, Arnold arrives on the grounds of that abandoned house, where he looks around to not be sure that someone is in the yard because he does not want to draw someone's attention to trying to rob a house, even if it has been abandoned long ago. time, or to be wrong and find a child who will be traumatized all his life due to the fact that an old man carrying a revolver and a bulletproof vest.

Arnold takes small steps towards, quietly and carefully so as not to be caught and have a heart attack because he is old, and heart attacks in the elderly are extremely deadly. Arnold climbs those steps, then grabs the doorknob. Arnold notices that the door is open, so he opens it slowly and looks inside. Arnold pulls out the revolver, points it inward, and begins to make silent steps toward the inside of the abandoned house as he holds the revolver in front of him. Arnold takes about twelve steps and ends up in a kitchen, which makes him shocked by what he sees. The scenario in the kitchen is not one that would belong to real life, but more of one from a horror movie.

The kitchen was made entirely of human blood, it has sharp tools that are blood-stained that are most likely used to cut corpses into pieces. There are also a few pieces on the floor that would scare any normal person, on the floor, there are human eyes, ears that have been crushed by the feet, shoes, or that have been there for a long time. Arnold was about to faint from what the kitchen looked like, but decided to hold on tight and try to leave this house to tell the police what he had discovered in this abandoned house. Arnold tries to run to the door, but when he was about to touch the doorknob, he hears the sound of a shot from behind.

That shot did not touch Mr. Fitz Arnold's unprotected chest, legs, or hands, but his head. That bullet stuck to the back of his bald head, went through his brain, and out through Arnold's forehead, between his eyes. Arnold falls to the floor without realizing what happened or who is the murderer who destroyed his last years of life. Arnold begins to lose consciousness, and after a few seconds, his heart begins to stop and his blood begins to flow from where he was shot.

The person who shot Arnold is a woman who wears clothes that only butchers would wear when it comes to cutting meat and is bald. The woman shot Arnold using a D-Eagle from a distance of about three meters standing in a hurry by the door leading to the cold room where the corpses that were cut into pieces are kept.

"Another piece of old meat. Dear good! Why should there be so many old priests in this neighborhood? " That woman sighs, spits on the floor of the abandoned house, which is actually inhabited by cannibal butchers, and then begins to say, "Still, any meat is good for sale." The woman puts her pistol back in her belt, approaches the door that the gentleman closed, and locks it. "Gill should lock the door the next time he goes to the saleswoman." This criminal tells herself as she drags the corpse of that old man to the place where he will cut it like a poor animal that does not deserve to be fed to humans.