Post by ramenigma on Jan 21, 2016 4:11:40 GMT
Henderson Farm
The Henderson's, Pepper and Rich, were never on good terms with fate. Now, more than ever, that has become apparent as it's found itself to be the newest site of a series of serial murders occurring within Pleasanton.
Behind a wooden fence, cows peacefully graze in the cool morning air. The calm silence occasionally broken only by the mooing of the cows.
Leading between the pastures, is a little dirt path to a little old cottage. Built of yellowed stone, and with red shingles for it's roof, it looks just as one might expect a farmhouse to look. In front of it, a little deck has been contructed out of wood, with a little rocking chair sitting on it. From it's chimney, a soft plume of smoke billows. Inside the house, everything is dimly lit by gas lamps. The wallpaper is peeling off. The carpet is encrusted with mud stains from wet rainboots. The lounge is the same. A small room featuring only an old TV and a fireplace. The majority of light comes from the window. The fireplace is on, heating up a kettle.
Next to the house, however, is a great big wooden barn. Red, with faded and flaking paint, it exudes an almost ominous aura, despite the cheerful warmth of the day. On closer inspection, the barn doors are covered with yellow police tape.
Blood. That's the first thing one notices when they enter the barn. A now-dry, hideous red stain where before a pool of blood had formed. And above it? An untied noose. Swinging menacingly in the chilling breeze that circulated throughout the big wooden structure. And, beyond a tractor and a chair, the bareness of the barn only works to highlight the image.
At some point, the police were here because the a neat little square of cheery, yellow police tape has been constructed around the stain. Of course, the police haven't bothered to have anyone guard the barn or even clean up the remains of the crime beyond the body.
No, whether out of incompetence or something else, they've chosen to leave the crime scene as it was. Presumably having given it a once over and photographing everything, of course.
...The atmosphere in here is oppressive and musky. There's something horrible... Something terrible about this room
Current Occupants
None
Behind a wooden fence, cows peacefully graze in the cool morning air. The calm silence occasionally broken only by the mooing of the cows.
Leading between the pastures, is a little dirt path to a little old cottage. Built of yellowed stone, and with red shingles for it's roof, it looks just as one might expect a farmhouse to look. In front of it, a little deck has been contructed out of wood, with a little rocking chair sitting on it. From it's chimney, a soft plume of smoke billows. Inside the house, everything is dimly lit by gas lamps. The wallpaper is peeling off. The carpet is encrusted with mud stains from wet rainboots. The lounge is the same. A small room featuring only an old TV and a fireplace. The majority of light comes from the window. The fireplace is on, heating up a kettle.
Next to the house, however, is a great big wooden barn. Red, with faded and flaking paint, it exudes an almost ominous aura, despite the cheerful warmth of the day. On closer inspection, the barn doors are covered with yellow police tape.
Blood. That's the first thing one notices when they enter the barn. A now-dry, hideous red stain where before a pool of blood had formed. And above it? An untied noose. Swinging menacingly in the chilling breeze that circulated throughout the big wooden structure. And, beyond a tractor and a chair, the bareness of the barn only works to highlight the image.
At some point, the police were here because the a neat little square of cheery, yellow police tape has been constructed around the stain. Of course, the police haven't bothered to have anyone guard the barn or even clean up the remains of the crime beyond the body.
No, whether out of incompetence or something else, they've chosen to leave the crime scene as it was. Presumably having given it a once over and photographing everything, of course.
...The atmosphere in here is oppressive and musky. There's something horrible... Something terrible about this room
Current Occupants
None