“I never went up stairs either...” Charlie gulped, looking at the stirs leading up to the dark hallway. Charlie didnt want to imagine what horrors would lie upstairs. The woman could easily be hiding something gruesome that would probide evidence as to why she murdered her husband.

She grabbed Julian’s hand and walked towards the stair case. Charlie took a deep breath and went up the stairs. Each step made poor Charlie’s heart pound more. Finally, she had made it to the top. There were three more rooms upstairs. The door looked damaged on one side while the other two rooms were perfectly clean, like they were just made.