The Haunted House (pt. 10)

I moved into the kitchen and retrieved another knife from the drawer, one that I felt was much more substantially suited for the endeavor.  I had lost track of where the previous one from the night before had gone to.  Since I had not been cautious in entering the house this time I doubted that I could catch anyone by surprise, yet also found myself doubting that I would find anything at all.  In fact, instead of fear I began to feel much more anger and frustration bubbling to the surface.

After I had made a cursory search and confirmed my suspicions and, since I knew that I would not be going anywhere until I knew all that could be found, I opened one of my coffee drinks and began a slow and thorough examination of the entirety of the house, knocking on walls, checking closets, inspecting carpets and floors, all in the search of any panels or hidden doorways that might have allowed this type of concealed egress which led to these odd episodes that I was consistently late to discover.  I could find nothing along those lines anywhere throughout the place.

I then set about examining my belongings and how they were strewn about, utilizing my television- and movie-related experiences of sleuthing to try to find some clue as to whose hands had been responsible.  Again there seemed to be nothing to find and after my hours of investigation I sat upon the couch in the living room with another drink on the table before me and looked out of the windows to the beautiful day outside that I knew I would not be experiencing.  I had now missed two events that had occurred, there was no way that I would do so again.  I pulled my book from the floor and began to pass the time with reading.  

As I went to turn a page something caught my attention and I turned my eye to the chair in which I had passed the night.  Some oddity there held my gaze as I moved my head for another perspective.  It was then that I saw what it was, that the knife I had held the night before had been buried to the hilt in the chair back.  

So now the events unfolding began to drift beyond simple mischief and take a turn to the dire.