Henry was entering the room from which the horrid stench emanated from. It had taken ages to find the room in the large mansion, but eventually he had found it. Although he wanted to run away, he approached the door and opened it. “The smell is even worse in here,” thought Henry, and then he saw it. The body of the man that he had killed just a few days previous. It was in the far corner of the room. “I disposed of the body in the river how the hell did end up here,” he thought. He couldn’t speak these words since he was too much in shock. He turned around so that he could flee from the room, from the house. But that was when he felt a cold, slimy hand grab is arm.