a carving knife and held it like a weapon . Feeling a bit like Michael Myers in a Halloween movie , he led them into the living room and to a front door . Like the one in the kitchen , it required a key to unlock it .
Passing the front door , they entered a room that looked like a dining room , except all the furniture had dust cloths over them , leading Grey to guess this room wasn ’ t used very much . Since this room led right back to the kitchen , they went around and checked the windows . To nobody ’ s surprise , they had been painted and nailed shut . Old Man really had taken every precaution to keep them trapped inside this place .
“ We should use a chair or something ,” Lita suggested . “ Break open a window and get the hell out of here .”
“ Not before we give that motherfucker some payback ,” Knives growled .
“ She ’ s right ,” Grey said . “ Besides , the moment he realizes we ’ re gone , he ’ s gonna hightail it out of here . By the time we come back with the cops , he could be miles away .” He thought of H . H . Holmes again , as well as Ted Bundy . Both killers had fled or attempted to flee when the heat got too much for them , leading to their capture and conviction being held up by several months . The thought of Old Man being free for even a second longer than necessary filled him with such rage , he thought he might combust on the spot .
“ You know what I just noticed ?” said Knives . “ This place looks like nobody lives here . It looks like a showroom .”
Grey and Lita glanced around and realized Knives was right . There was an at-home office , a TV and some furniture in the living room , but there were no books or DVDs or Blu-rays . No CDs or music equipment . No
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