Writing Place

“It’s perfect” he said to himself.

Blake had been looking for a place where he can be by himself and write. It’s hard to write with three roommates, two of which were married. Not only was it noisy with everyone yelling at each other, but also so negative. No one had a good thing to say about anything.

Blake approached the cottage. It looked out of place. There was nothing around but trees. Wasn’t even an access road.

The odor got stronger the closer Blake got to the cottage. He thought maybe there were a few dead animals inside.

The door was unlocked, and he pushed it open. The odor knocked him backwards and onto the ground. Once he got to his feet, Blake covered his nose and mouth with his hand and peeked inside.

Were those bones he saw? It was too dark to see the other side of the room, but there appeared to be an outline of a skeleton.

Blake pulled out his cell phone. The screen read, emergency calls only. He punched 911 and hit send.

He told the cops what he found get there, Blake repeated his story when the detective arrived. One of the officers drove him home.

Three days later that same detective come to ask about his roommates, the landlord was with him. Blake didn’t really know them, having moved in just a month ago. In fact, Blake hadn’t seen them since he the day he found the cottage. He only knew they came home at night because they were loud.

Detective Barnes said they pulled five bodies out of the cottage. Blake could still smell the inside of the cottage and got nauseous.

Blake signed the search warrant Detective Barnes showed him to search the two rooms of his roommates. It was to verify that somebody was home.

Less than an hour later the detective showed Blake a diary from each room. Blake’s name scribbled inside both, along with seven other names, detailing how each in going to be killed.

Blake was going to get his writing place to himself after all.