"60 Pure Street here we are."
Jonas and I look to see that this perjury orphanage was nothing to sleep on.
"Check this place out." It had a look similar to a cemetery without any of the graves, it was also small and somewhat isolating with a large sharp gate.
"Spooky." Jonas said with a look that was unfaze, it was actually pretty charming of him.
"Let's head inside." As I declare that, we made it towards the entrance where Jonas began knocking. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Jonas knock twice at the door but heard no response.
"This is Jonas Hawkins and Norveil Costello of the organization of Salvation Knocking, please someone answer!" I yell trying to get someone's attention inside but still no response.
"What the hell is going on in there?" I was just as confuse as Jonas but that doesn't mean I was ready to turn back and forget about this.
"Jonas we're going inside."
"What on private property?" "That's right move over I'm about to--!"
Before I could finish my sentence Jonas went and kick the door open himself.
"..." I had usher no words due to how surprise I was.
"Should have said so sooner. Jonas said signaling us to go inside.
"Right." I smile to him hearing that.
As we head inside, I couldn't help the feeling that it was nearly pitch black inside, hardly any light to be seen whatsoever.
"Is it usually this dark?" I ask.
"Maybe, but it doesn't explain the fact why no one answer us at the door."
"Maybe everyone's asleep?"
"The kids maybe but the owner? Heck no."
Jonas then took out his lighter which help aid our vision to see in the dark, we then continue storming the premise and came across a loud creaking sound coming from one of the 8 doors that was slightly open.
"Yeah I hear it." He said aiming the lighter in the direction of the sound. What we saw soon after was utterly unfathomable.
"There's blood spilling from behind that door." Jonas took a slow step and open the door further revealing a room full of dead children, all who were cover in blood.
"My god…" As I said that I took a step back in total disbelief but then something hit me.
"What about the other rooms?!" I rush to the other doors to get the same glimpse as before, more dead children.
"What the hell is going on?" A sweat pour down my cheek as I collapse down on my knees. The weight of what I witness bearing too much for even a thought.
"Norveil! Come on get yourself together!" Jonas grabbing my jacket and shaking me back and forward yell, but the feeling of immensely regret was something I couldn't shake off. "We're too late…"
"I know but this isn't the time to feel hopeless, the one who did this could still be--!"
"Hehehe." Jonas and I pause as soon as we heard that, the sound of ominous laughter.
"Laughter?" Jonas then unholster his weapon being that of a dense hammer you would see at a workshop.
"Who's there?!" He shout but while he did I got up and rush for the door of where the laughter was coming from.
"Norveil!" I didn't want to upset Jonas getting all gung-ho but in that moment I was too blind by rage and adrenaline to listen to reason.
"Dammit." Jonas utter to himself.