The door creaked open and in walked Jack Edwards, the man who owned the trashy house. He used to rent it out to make some extra money, but he had recently taken it off of the market. He was going to use it as a holiday home. Jack was thirty five, he was a property developer in Scotland, he had brown hair, dark brown eyes, he was a white man, and he was just short of six foot and was quite slim. He always seemed to wear a shirt and blue jeans. He had a big, golden ring on his right index finger and had a scar, about five cm in length on his chest. He always appeared to be on his mobile phone. Jack loved his job, every aspect of it, the wage, the location, the style, everything. He had two children and a wife, he only got to see them at Christmas, due to his busy lifestyle and he decided that he was going to stay with them at the house in the valley. Jack and his family were Australian, they loved Scotland, they loved the trees, the peace and the tranquillity. That was why Jack bought the home in the valley four years ago, when he moved over to the UK. Jack also owned a flat in Glasgow; he stayed there all of the time as it was near all of his building sites that he was in-charge of.
Nathan was twenty seven, he was very tall, over 6 foot, he had jet black, short hair and brown eyes, it was obvious that he had dyed his hair as the original colour was showing at the roots, he was very thin, he could have said he was anorexic and everybody would believe him. He always wore black; you would never see him in any other colour clothing. He had a tattoo at the top of his left shoulder; it was a picture of snake wrapped around a sword. He carried a mobile and a Swiss-made penknife. He didn’t have a job; he lived off of his dad’s fortunes. His dad was a multi-millionaire. When he died he left all of his belongings and bank accounts to Nathan. Nathan didn’t really like his dad that much, so he sold every memory of him, the house, everything, he transferred the money over to his bank account.
One week passed, Jack had moved out of the flat and shifted all of his gear to the house in the valley, and his family were due in Manchester airport in two weeks. He knew that he would have to do the place up before his family could live in it; parts of it were a health hazard to all. This was due to the last tenant leaving the house in a complete mess. It looked like it had been used as a crack house, Nathan was a bit of a maniac, as he knew, but surely not this bad! Jack decided to phone Nathan. Jack picked up his phone and called him, he complained about the state of the house and that it basically was not good enough. Nathan said that he had been renting the place out to a friend, Jack took down this mans name and number. Tim Edwards, 07984567345. He phoned up Tim and agreed to meet him at the house in the valley and he decided he was going to talk through with him what he wanted done to it, before he decided whether he was going to report him to the police or not.
Tim drove down the windy, bendy road until he came to the house in the valley. He could see a man standing under the porch roof. Tim got out of the car; he walked towards Jack and held his hand out. He said “Good day, Tim Edwards, nice to meet you.” Jack shook his hand and they walked down the path towards the back of the house and the garden.
Jack stated to him the fact that they couldn’t go through the front door, as it had locked stuck, due to rust, and had half-fallen off its hinges due to no care or respect at all. They went through the back door, this door wasn’t much better; they had to kick it to get in anyway. Someone had been lodging in here since he last came, the door was locked and there was a key on the inside. Jack showed him the corroded fridge, as well as cupboards, there were about six or seven rats, all half rotten. He walked back out of the door and asked why his once, desirable garden was now a rubbish dump, full of decaying rats. It stank so badly he was going to have to get the local council to get rid of the toxic waste and that was not going to be cheap. He opened up the door to the cellar, Jack had only been down here once, and he was going to explain why. He told Tim that he thought it was an absolute disgrace. He asked Tim why it stank of human excrement down there.
Tim said in reply that he had a leak with the sewage pipe and that was why he had just left it as it was, he stated that it was probably a tramp that had been living in there and the rats were attracted by the unbearable stench down in the cellar. Tim heard a noise; he knew that it was Nathan, coming to help him out with some ‘unfinished business’. Tim said that he would go and see who it was and that Jack should stay there. Tim went out the front, it was Nathan, in his black van. Tim opened up the back and took out a knife and a hammer. He said to Nathan that they would most probably come in useful. They walked to the cellar opening, hiding the weapons behind them they went down in there and said to Jack that it was a disgrace and that they felt they should clean it up. Jack turned around in horror, but it was too late.
Tim & Nathan threw the knife and hammer in the back of the van and drove off into the distance.
Jack awoke; they had taken everything except a pair of trousers and a t shirt, which had been ripped in half. A tap was in the corner and a bag of dog biscuit in the other, he knew that he may spend the rest of his days in here, but his family were due here in two weeks, if he could live in here for 2 weeks he may escape from this, his leg was bleeding badly, a trail of blood was across the room, it wasn’t his blood though, he turned around and he thought he was in a terrible nightmare, but he wasn’t. There were several other dead bodies, all which appeared to have had their limbs torn off, although they had probably been cut off with a very sharp knife. He walked over to the corpses. Underneath them was a chain saw and a bottle of fuel for it. Nathan and Tim were serial murderers, possibly running a chainsaw massacre or something.
Tim & Nathan got on a plane and emigrated to avoid getting caught, should anyone find the bodies in the cellar. Jack died after a week. He died from lack of water, his body de-hydrated, the tap in the cellar had been turned off and the food was poison, not dog food, but in a dog food bag and with the scent of dog food. Jack’s family arrived in Scotland, found out he had died, and took the body back to Australia to be buried.
