2 M-Michael?

I turned on my flashlight to see what I had stepped on. There it was, before my eyes—a pile of dead, human corpses. Although distorted and barely recognizable, my eyes desperately tried to piece together the anamorphic bundles of human limbs and facial features. My eyes widened in horror and a shaky breath escaped my lips as I recognized the dismantled faced. Where they the people that went missing in my neighborhood? Blood was everywhere, splashed on the marble wall. As bright as a field-born poppy, it crawled up the walls and the floor, painting the white canvas in a maroon mosaic.

I was unsure of what to do now. Should I run and call the police, or should I continue exploring? I could feel my head feeling lighter every second I was in the basement. What I chose, was to continue this interrogation.

I didn't know why I hadn't noticed this before, but all the dead bodies had a strange marking on their neck. The spot was dark purple, and veins were highly noticeable. The veins were like a pale lavender purple. But that's what happens when the dead body had been there for days. At the corner of my eye, peeking out from the dark, I swear on my life that I saw Michael's face again. Holding in his hand a bloody, wooden, baseball bat. And the next thing I knew, everything turned black.

That was all the information I remember from that night. Was Michael really the cause of this, or had it all been set up? Someone I thought was my friend and I would see again, was a creepy kid that lives in my basement and murders everyone in my neighbourhood. Could I possibly be the next victim? Why did Michael have to choose a different path from every other kid? Out of everything, he could go to school and study as well as be normal, he chooses the trial to become a criminal. I feel like there may be more to it, but what?