The bedroom was deathly silent and there was no response at all. There did not seem to be anyone inside at all.
Avery's heart tightened. He immediately turned on the bedroom light and looked over. He did not see anyone.
The doors and windows in the room were tightly shut. The smell of blood was clear and strong. On the beige carpet, a strip of blood extended from the door to the inside of the bed.
His breathing was a mess. For the first time, he hoped that Darlene had escaped.
However, she could not escape. All doors and windows were locked. Not to mention a living person, even a little kitten or puppy could not escape.
His feet went shaky for a moment. After a very short moment of being frozen, he suddenly came back to his senses and hurried over.
Darlene was lying on the ground, next to the edge of the bed. The urn in her hand had fallen down and fell between her body and the bed.