The Murder House Chapter 16

He tensed to jump. I clenched my jaw.

Just as he leaped, I took a deep breath, eyes wide.

Who could have imagined—a sudden gust of wind.

A window from upstairs suddenly fell, hitting the killer's head perfectly.

He plummeted down in an instant.

It happened so fast, I couldn't even react.

Was this divine intervention?

Or Emma's spirit appearing?!

In the rain, I stuck my head out to look. The black raincoat lay face-down in the landscaping.

Dark night, high winds—couldn't see clearly.

Gleeful at first, then sad.

I hadn't gotten to torture him yet—how could he fall so easily?

Five floors. Even if the fall didn't kill him, he'd be severely injured.

Those who commit many evils will destroy themselves.

Heaven won't spare any villain.

In my fantasies, I'd tie up the killer, cut off his nose and eyes, then chop off his limbs...

Was he dead from the fall?

Should I go down and drag him back up? Complete my original revenge plan?!

Thud, thud, thud...

Urgent knocking.

Extreme terror numbed me.

Any sound made my hair stand on end.

I moved from the balcony to the door.

The room pitch black. Through the peephole, couldn't see anything in the hallway.

Legs weak, trembling, paralyzed.

Leaning against the door, listening for sounds outside.

Constantly reassuring myself—almost dawn, almost safe.

Almost over.

The knocking came in waves.

"Who?"

No answer.

Was it Officer Carter?

No—if it were him, he'd definitely speak.

He'd acknowledge me, not scare me like this.

Unless...

There was more than one killer?

When Emma was murdered, police theorized the killer had managed to dismember, cook, and clean up in one night without leaving any evidence.

One person couldn't possibly avoid all traces.

I took a deep breath.

Facing the door, I cursed loudly.