Fingerprints by Mandy Danyele

When I was a teenager my parents moved us into a house that hadn't been lived in for a few months. It was out in the middle of the woods away from everyone else. They were renting the house and for some odd reason, I never remember seeing the landlord at first and after only a few weeks of living in the house, my parents and I started to notice this really nasty rotting smell. The smell was so strong and would make me sick for hours on end.

A couple of days later my parents couldn't take it anymore. They called the landlord and told him about the weird smell that was all through-out the house. The landlord agreed to come over and check it out right away.

After waiting a few hours, the landlord finally showed up and walked around the whole house. He claimed that he didn't smell anything weird or nasty. That it just smelled like an older house. My parents were in total disbelief and demanded that there was a smell and something had to be done about it right away because they simply couldn't live with it anymore. The landlord thought about it and decided that maybe we were smelling animals that could have crawled into the house and used the bathroom when no one was here. So he recommended that we buy some air fresher and keep all the windows and doors open for a few hours. He said if it didn't help the smell, he would come back and help them figure something else out.

So the landlord left and my parents spent the next few hours or so spraying different air freshers and left all the windows and doors open. The place did smell better and after being so tired, I fell asleep while my parents watched the news that night.

As I was sleeping, I had a dream that our landlord killed a girl around my age (at the time fourteen) , cut her into pieces and buried her into the walls of his house to hide the body. Needless to say, I woke up feeling totally freaked out. I ran downstairs and asked my parents if our landlord ever lived in this house. My parents then went on to tell me that yes he did. Right before we moved into the house, his fourteen year old daughter went missing one night after they got into an argument and that she still has not been seen or found. The landlord was so upset that he left the house and put it up for rent. That he was now living in a house downtown somewhere to get away from the whole situation but that he still hoped she would turn up.

Terrified, I told my parents about my nightmare and told them that we needed to check inside the walls. That we had to knock a hole into the wall and just look to see what we found. My parents refused but I kept arguing with them for a few hours about it.

Finally feed up, I ran to the basement and grabbed my dad's ax. I proceeded to go into the living room and hit the wall with the ax to cause a hole that I could look into. What I found will haunt me for the rest of my life, it looked like someone had cut up a body and then threw the parts into a blender. After that, I don't remember what happened right after but I know I woke up in the hospital with two policemen standing on the side of my bed.

They explained that after I passed out, my parents called the police. The Two Policemen showed up about fifteen minutes later. They thought the situation was some kind of joke until they looked into the wall and saw what was left of the girl. They told my parents that I needed to go to the hospital but that we would need to fill out reports, answer questions and do anything that we possibly could to help them.

When I asked where my parents were, the police explained that they were already at the station answering questions and that I would need to stay a few more hours but as soon as I got out, I could meet them there.

 When I finally got to the station, I walked into where my parents were being questioned. I saw that they were both white as sheets and I asked them what was going on. They explained that the girl was in fact the landlord's daughter Megan that went missing a few months ago. That the landlord was believed to be the killer but because of the accident they may never find out.

 I was confused and asked the cops what they meant by accident . They said that they had gone to the house where the landlord was suppose to be living. When they walked into the house, they noticed a really foul smell coming from the basement so they went to check it out.

That's when they found our landlord laying face down dead. It seems that he had tripped over an ax that was laying on the middle of the steps going down into the basement. He seemed to have been dead for about four hours when they found him. Meaning it must have happened right as I was being taken to the hospital. The thing no one could figure out though, was how did my fingerprints get on the ax?

Originally written by Mandy Danyele on nosleep

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