A Little Girls Doll House

Joe knew it could be a trap but he couldn't leave a child alone knowing what there fate would be. So he would risk everything for them. He could not imagine giving up a child if you are stupid enough to have one then you should fight for it, it should become your life.

Jake got the address it was in uptown, Los Angeles it was a fancy neighborhood. Where all the children were dressed in their private school outfits. The address led to a Victorian home painted a childrens doll house blue, with cute white trim. If he did not know any better he would think an older couple lived there with a cat or something. Not a cruel fostercare home that tore lives apart. He had watched for days, but nobody came out of the house. The blinds were all closed and it just looked dark, no life left. Eventually after the seventh night he decided to sneak in. In the dead of the night Joesph Rose went down to the basement door and expected it to be locked but it wasn't it was cracked open like someone was waiting for him.

Jake was probably right this was a trap. Everything pointed that way but he was on a mission. He climbed the steps one by one and saw how the family lived. There was food in the fridge and pictures on the wall of a perfect family, and to the side was girls and boys fake smiles upon there faces. These must have been the foster children but there were only ten. There wasn't another child here.

Joe looked down and saw on the counter a bloody handprint. What the hell... Joe fix his grip on his gun and kept going through the house and as he continued he saw blood drops along the floor like a trail, and when he got up the stairs and into the hallway that is where he saw bloody scratch mark, handprints but what hit him hard is the fact that it was kid handprints, what happened here? He reached three doors all looking the same and then down the hall was another door, but this door looked different it had locks on it many locks.

Joe went over to the door and shot the locks it did not make much sound sense he had a silencer, but there still was a ping when the bullet hit the lock. When the locks were broken the door creeked open sending shiver down his spine. It was like being inside of one of Stephen Kings stories. What would he find walking into this room?

The room was dark as he crept in and he turned on his flashlight. It was a little girls room nothing out of the ordinary, but it was erry. It was filled with dust as if a child had not been here in years, but the bed looked like it had been slept in recently. He knelt beside a dollhouse that looked identical to the one he was in and on the floor was a line of dust. He opened the doll house and sure enough the doll house had been opened recently because it was the same line. On the inside was more blood, a mommy, and a daddy, who were all red laying in there beds. Which happened to be the room in the middle of the three doors. Then on the left must have been big brothers room, but big brother was not in his room. He was on the floor of his parents room, and finally the room on the right was a room with a crib in it. There was no blood and a sleeping baby, but the strange thing about it was there was a young girl in blood holding the small child. The head was not turned at the child but turned out like she was watching him.

He jumped when he heard another door creek someone was here. Getting up brushing off the dust he walked back slowly down the hall, but all the other three doors were shut. He went to the one on the left and when he opened the door he saw a middle aged childrens private school outfit laying on the arm of a chair. The room had photos of a boy inside this was big brothers room. Something told Joe that each room would look as how the doll house did.

Next he went to the middle door but paused if he was correct there would be three dead bodies, and the other room would have a sleeping baby and a young girl. He looked over to the door on the right but did not open it. Instead he opened the middle door and when he did he held his breath. They must have been dead for days. The young man was dead throat cut laying on the floor, and the parents dead in there beds. He turned the light on and there he saw a message written above the parents. "Mommy, and Daddy love you... Roses, the color of blood..."

His secret stocker never wanted him to kill this foster family. The stocker had already done it, but now he was apart of it. So much evidence left. Right as he thought this another door creeked opened and slammed shut.

Joe ran out the door to catch his stocker, but there was no one there, and he had one last room to check. Joe opened the door expecting to find a young girl dead not sleeping holding a baby. No this room was different the baby was in the crib and the blanket she was in was bloody, but she had a pacifier in sleeping like a good little baby, but where was the girl.

Where was this other foster child. Joe walked back out of the room and headed for the stairs, but a odd breeze hit him coming from the first room he was in. Thats odd there hadn't been a breeze just fifteen minutes ago. Walking back in the doll house caught his eye the light in the brothers room, the parents room and the child's room were on. Joe walked over to it curiously looking into the child's room and the young girl was gone and the sleeping child was placed in the crib. There was someone defiantly in the house.

A light bulb flicked on in his head and he held his gun tightly and looked into the room he was in, in the doll house. Whoever was doing this placed people where they were at the moment even if it was the same room as him. What he saw next made him run as fast as he could...