For once this follows the prompt, kinda…lol! 😂

Blake easily slid the key into the doorknob of Allan’s house, he hesitantly turned the key and slowly opened the door. Blake then pulled out his gun and cautiously walked through the house, making sure every room was clear. “I guess he isn’t home.” Blake grumbled, “Now I’ll have to search for anything interesting rather than just being able to force him to tell me.” Blake began looking around for anything suspicious and as he did so, he came across a large safe. “I bet I know how to unlock this!” He said, mischievously. He then looked at the key where there were numbers engraved on the side, “96734” and voila, it opened. Blake chuckled softly, looking into the safe. Inside it were stacks of documents so Blake began rummmaging through them to find anything about his sister. He didn’t find anything about her though, instead he found something even more intriguing. “Huh, that’s interesting.” He remarked, “A file on Lionel, Callie’s date that night.”

As Blake read the file he became more and more astonished. Appearently Lionel was the main suspect of Callie’s death, but he fled the country right after and hasn’t been located since. “He’s the murderer!” Blake announced, “I must find him and avenge my sister.

“I’m afraid that is simply impossible!” A voice from behind him said, “Hand it over, now!”

“Allan?” Blake questioned, slowly turning around.

“Who else would it be, idiot.” Allan said, snatching the file from Blake’s hand. “What are you doing in my house?”

“The key from the snow globe is a key to your house so I figured it was a clue. It ended up leading me to this file about Lionel.” Blake replied.

“Well congratulations on your case, but get the hell out of my house!” Allan yelled.

“Ok, ok, chill. I’m leaving.” Blake backed away, then pulling out his gun he said, “Get down on your knees and answer my damn questions!”

“Aaah!” Allan yelped, startled. “Okay, what do you want to know?” He stuttered.

“How do you have this file on Lionel!” Blake questioned.

“I stole it! I’ve been trying to solve this case to you know, I loved her!” Allan whimpered.

“You loved my sister, as in love, love!” Blake yelled.

“Yeah…” Allan mumbled.

“Come on! Fuck you man!” Blake groaned. “Whatever!” He said, regaining his composure, “Do you know where Lionel is?”

“Yes…” Allan whispered.

“Where? Tell me now!” Blake screamed.

“In my basement!” Allan said, slowly looking up at Blake with a hint of madness in his eyes and a grin plastered on his face.

“What,” Blake stammered, staggering backwards and bumping into the wall.

“What, you don’t believe me? Go check for yourself if you want.” Allan said, widening his grin into a horrifying contortion of a smile.

Blake got so terrified that he dropped his gun and dashed to the door. When he reached it he rattled the doorknob profusely, but it would not open. Seeing that Allan was following him his only other option was to flee to the basement and hope for an escape. He bounded down the steps as adrenaline rushed through his veins. Yet he stopped short when a putrid smell of rotting flesh penetrated his nostrils. “What the fuck!” He exclaimed, coughing. He looked around and immediately regretted all of his recent life decisions when he saw the decaying body of a tied and strangled Lionel.

To be continued cuz my brain is legitimately fried…😂