Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Two

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Two

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I broke into the house through Henry's kitchen window after I was sure he had gone out of the kitchen.

I walked to the slap where knives were kept and I picked one very sharp one.

“This should do a good job,” I said and hid the knife behind my back.

“What you don't understand is, I'd catch a grenade for ya!” I could hear Travis as he sang in his voice to the song he played out. I used that opportunity to search around the room for any sign of Annabelle and Johnson.

“Annabelle! Annabelle!” I whispered as I entered every part of the room downstairs.

Then while walking on the corridor, I walked on a part of the floor that felt like something was beneath it.

I went back to look at the stairs to be sure I could still hear Travis playing his song, which he was before I went down to check what it was.

“This very strange man. Heaven knows where he kept Annabelle.” I tried to open the thing but I couldn't get how it was being handled. It had a complex