Charlie thought for a bit. He was right. Nothing was making sense. “I… I have no idea. But why keep the bathroom clean and the rest of the house a mess. Did the murder take place here? I dont understand...”

Charlie closed the door and walked into the room next to it. Well, she couldnt walk into it, it was full of boxes and boxes of who knows what. They were stacked right against the door, ready to fall. They seemed extremely heavy and full. Charlie slammed the door closed and sighed.

Charlie walked up to the final door, scared for what was to come. Her hand was shaky. She could barely bring herself to hold the handle.