The Bungalow number 420 - Part 3

When the first ray of sunlight hit her, a part of her face burnt instantly. She screamed in pain. She immediately left the half eaten body on the ground and ran to the basement of the house. She disappeared before the rays could touch this part of the area.

No one arrived at the house until noon. The body was rotting slowly. It spread the smell of decaying meat everywhere. It was impossible for anyone to stay there for even a minute with the smell. The floor was stained by the blood. The furnitures were not scattered or torn. The main door was open wide.

It was noon already.A car screeched to halt near the house. The driver angrily got out of the car. He was same age as the dead mutilated man lying on the floor. He mumbled something in anger as he walked towards the main door. His anger diluted his senses that he couldn’t smell the rotten odour. He stopped at the main door.   

His heart was on his mouth. The view of dead body with blood flowing out of it and the smell of decayed meat caused him to almost puke. “Not again”, he whispered. He understood now why his new tenant didn’t pick the call. He didn’t know what to do for sometime. It took some minutes for him to think clearly. 

He covered body with clean bedsheet from the cupboard in bedroom. He dumped the body into the basement. He scrubbed and cleaned the stains of blood on the floor. He then loaded the suitcases with the clothes and belongings of the dead new owner of the house. He covered the furniture with white covers he had taken from the store room. 

He then sat on the covered chair and took a deep sigh. He took out his phone from his pant pocket and dialled a number. The receiver took the call in one ring. “Hello Manoj, it’s Rohan here!”, he said. “Kevin is dead! I have taken care of everything here. Can you come over quickly? We need to talk.”, he said quickly ending the call.

(To be continued)