Have you ever walked up the front stairs to a house and instantly gotten the heebie-jeebies? Where you get a chill that runs down your entire spine and all the hair on your arms stands up? And you get an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. You just know something bad had to have happened here. Walking into a house that gives you these feelings is probably the worst thing that could happen. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Now think about how bad it is to go in and have to clean this house.
You walk in and see dirt streaks that lead straight down to the basement. Instant thought: someone was dragged and then killed down there. There are hand marks all over every single door. Instant thought: someone was trying to escape or get someone's attention by hitting the door. You look outside and see an unusually large bone that looks like it had been burned. Instant thought: this is how they got rid of the body, they burned it.
After visualizing the scene of the crime, you start to think like the people in "Criminal Minds" and start to become behavioral analysts. What age range is the killer? What does he/she look like? How does he/she act? Where do they find their victims? Did they actually live in this house? Or was it just the house for the murder? You are no longer a cleaner at this house, you are now a crime scene detective. Looking at the garbage at the side of the road, you notice very odd items. Like one of those grim reaper canes and some shoes that don't seem to fit the identification of the killer. Also, you notice that the location of the house is perfect for a serial killer. It's somewhat secluded in the woods but also near a main road. And there are only three neighbors, but the houses are either moved out of or not close to the house. Every spot in this house has a different story, or maybe a different victim.
When you're finally done with the house, all you want to do is run like hell out of there. You never know if the killer is lurking in the woods. After driving away, you don't even want to look at the rear view mirror because the thought of seeing that house one more time terrifies you. You already think of the nightmares you might have because of that house. Nothing seemed right there. And they always say trust your gut, and your gut believed something horrid and inhumane happened inside that house. It was a given. Especially when other people besides yourself believe in the exact same thing.
But I guess the real question is, what really happened?
