Ok so when I entered the house it wasn’t all that bad. It had begun to smell like rotting fruit, horrible. Anyway I left the  house and as I did I covered in bird poo. It’s as if this estate hates me. 

The year is now 2003 I got into the WWE however I’m still investigating my friends death. I went to take pictures of the house. Nobody was there. Nobody lived their anymore. There was no evidence of a struggle, there was no sign of violence so all. The most recent person who lived in that house was Denies Stirlinger. The police did an autopsy of the body and found nothing on the body that would suggest murder. That’s when I new, Whatever’s causing the deaths, it doesn’t want to get caught. Nor would any criminal. 

Today I decided to render the pictures. Once they where rendered I notice something. In the picture of the front of the house through the four windows I could see my best freind. I could see each and every person who disappeared after they moved into the house. It brought a tear to my eye I miss my best freind and I keep telling myself one day I will solve this crime. I will find out what the hell is going on, but I thought there’s only one way to find out what’s going on. I don’t want to do it but I thought i had to do. I going to move into the killer house.