Charlie’s jaw nearly dropped. “I.... nice job Julian!” She quietly pushed the door all the way open. The hallway was dark with the flicker of the television seen across the walls. It smelled like the garbage wasn’t taken out for a long while. Charlie plugged her nose and gagged. She slowly made her way to the living room. 

The house was the equivalent to a hoarders. It was covered in wet papers, dark stains on the carpet, and a smell that wouldn’t go away. “Julian... check the kitchen... I’m gonna be sick....” Charlie whispered.