Carefully, two police approached the building trying not to make a sound. The light was on through the window. Tim carefully looked inside and got paled.
In front of the table, there was a body. On top of the table there was a head. The intestines were dragging the floor, and the two hands were inside the head’s mouth. The surrounding area was covered with blood that looks like a cheap paint.
“Ugh –it’s bad.”
Jude clicked his tongue like whispering. It looks like no one's at home. There was no sound coming from up stair. But they have to be alert. They slowly turned the unlocked door knob, and those two detectives went inside the house.
A fishy smell hit their noses. A disgust that can’t be compare to a fish. Warm blood and decomposing organs. When they start to rot, they smell worse than any other animals. They frowned little bit and went up to the second floor. They heard someone’s crying sound through ajar door. They looked at each other, and Tim kicked the door first.
“Freeze! N.Y.P.D!”
One man was lying on the floor. He was crying covering his head and fell backward because he got scared by Tim’s voice. Tim looked at the man and asked without putting down his gun.
“Are you the one who reported?”
“Ah…….. Yes, yes, I’m, I’m Lloyd Zejens. Um, out, outside, that’s, that’s my, mo, mother…..”
“Is there someone else in the house?”
“No, no, no no, I’m, I’m the only one.”
His face was covered with tears. There was nothing dangerous, so they slowly put down the gun. Tim stared at that poor shivering man pitifully and turned his head to Jude.
“Stay here. I’ll go call for a backup."
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