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The house creaked as the wind and rain got stronger outside. We crept closer to the corpse just to check if it was a real person and not a dummy. He was real and he looked bad. Like, really bad. Its mouth was open, eyes glassy and clouded, It didn't look like he was murdered just by a human. He was stabbed in several places and badly scratched up by what it looked like a large animal. By the looks of it, he wasn't murdered that long ago. The blood still looked wet in certain spots. And it dripped on the floor from several wounds of the body. The dampness in the house made the body decay faster. That was the horrible smell. The smell of decaying flesh. I threw the mattress over the body as nausea rolled up my throat but I managed to keep it down. We looked at each other, our eyes were big and full of fear. As the fire crackled in the fireplace and filled the space with light we were able to fully see the room. What we saw would haunt us for the rest of our lives. The walls were bloody. Blood was splattered all over them. The wind was howling through the broken windows, lightning and thunder were rolling over the skies. A shiver ran down my body and it wasn’t just because of the cold seeping into my bones. Just then I noticed how cold it was in the house, the lit fire did nothing to warm the cabin.