He should've ran


Yet again, he decided the house was the best place to start, if he started there, maybe he could get some clues to where the boy was, just maybe. 


He turned up at the door again and walked in, this time he went into all of the rooms that he had went into before, nothing, a few family photos, the usual, so he made his way up the stairs.  On his way up he noticed small red drops on each step, his heart sank into his stomach, had he went upstairs or down, maybe they were still here.  And for a split second Craig wanted to run away and never turn back, but he knew he could never escape; he would be haunted for the rest of his life unless he ended it right now.

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