Every member of that family had been dead for five days before I found the decapitated head of the kid…including the unborn child of the pregnant wife. The police investigation revealed that the husband was a narcissist who loved to torture his wife…mentally, physically and sexually. Apparently, they were having a lot of financial problems and the man wanted his wife to abort the child. But the woman refused as she was already 7 months pregnant. So he kept abusing her every single day trying to manipulate her. Until she snapped. The police report said the man and his two children, 5 and 8, were poisoned by the wife. After they died…um…she disembowelled them, chopped off their limbs and decapitated them one by one. She then performed a self-induced abortion and later hanged herself. And all of this happened right on the other side of my bedroom wall while I was trying to get some sleep.
After I called the cops that night, the investigating officers had to break open the door to enter the apartment. As soon as the cops entered they found that the room was littered with chopped limbs & severed heads of the father and the other kid. They found the corpse of the mother hanging in the kitchen. The shared bedroom wall on their side was covered with dark dry blood. It seemed someone was throwing one of the heads at the wall. Just like you would bounce a basketball against the wall. The cops still don’t know how the door was locked from the inside as there were no signs of breaking and entering or anyone leaving the apartment. There were still a lot of unanswered questions which they had no answers to. The cops told me the investigation was still on & they would solve the case soon. However, I was off the hook.
In the meantime, my manager made sure to get me fired using all this homicide controversy. But I didn’t care anymore. I was already too disturbed with the troubling piece of information revealed by the police investigation. It did not answer any of the questions that were haunting me since that night.
Who was inside that godforsaken apartment that night?
Who opened the door?
Was someone holding up the kid’s head?
Or was it up there by itself?
Did I see the mother behind the door?
But she was dead too.
Then how did I see her standing there like that?
Was she even standing?
Did I see a ghost?
Wait…what was that loud thumping sound?
Was someone playing ball against the wall with the heads?
Were they trying to make contact with me?
Were they trying to tell me that their family was dead?
Or were they just trying to taunt me?
I cannot explain what I was going through at the time. My anxiety levels were so high I had to get back to my antidepressants just to calm my nerves. I was beyond scared at that point. Nothing made sense. I couldn’t find any answers to any of my questions. Hundreds of weird thoughts crossed my mind. I even wondered if the decapitated heads were hitting themselves on the shared wall to create that banging sound…all just to get my attention and make me discover the horrible fate that befell on their family. I was terrified to even think about what the truth would be. But then why after 5 days? Why not before?
The only silver lining from this horrifyingly traumatic experience was that Emma reached out to me. With all the news surrounding the murders, she got worried sick about me and called to check up on me up. We started talking and one thing led to another and we decided to give it another shot.