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boom

the open doorway shows this scene like a portrait. 

Such beauty in the splash.

Not much light is needed to see the detail of it all.

Hell, you can smell the blood, just walking through the front door.

Nothing was heard.

Nor seen.

Not a trace of him ever even being here.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

He kept their skin as trophies.

Knowledgeable of this, only because of the note he left.

But why would he string them up as so?

And what would posses a man, to keep their eyes.

No one will ever know why he killed.

Or even the face of this monster.

Only I held the answers.

Investigation incomplete.... I have been here before.