User:The wolf with the hat

The wrong house I know nearly everyone is afraid of a break-in, but have you ever thought about, what horror we can endure, when we accidently choose the wrong house? This is exactly what happened to me last week. As you most likely guessed by now, I am a thief, and I think it´s safe to say, that I am a good one. So last week I was planning to break into this huge mansion 3 blocks away. Everything was ready: I knew, they wouldn´t be home for another week and I also knew that the guy looking after their house, most likely a friend would always come at 4. So on Tuesday I took my equipment and went over to the house. It seemed too easy. The back yard didn´t have a fence and next to it was a small forest. The house was very old, so when I carefully broke the window, it wasn´t too loud. I broke it with a football and left it in the house, so it looked like some kids broke it while playing on the back yard. Then I started to search the house for jewelry, money, the usual stuff. I found a decent amount of valuable stuff and thought it was gonna be the easiest catch in my life. Then I saw the basement door. “Maybe there is something down there as well. I have the entire night.” I figured and looked for the key. It wasn´t anywhere to find so I picked the lock and went in. There was a terrible oder down there, but I thought, maybe they just hadn´t cleaned there in a while. The further I went down the stairs, the worse the smell got. I nearly decided to just leave, when I heard some kind of a moan. I pulled out my silenced pistol and opened the door, to a small room. It didn´t have any lights, so I shone my flashlight into the room. When the light filled the room, I had to fight the urge to scream or to throw up. Inside the room were 6 people, all tied up and gagged. But the worst part was, that all of them were wounded. It almost seemed like someone had carved out their flesh with a knife. There was even a young man, whose right leg was missing and the wound didn´t seem to be healed properly. I was thinking about leaving, but I couldn´t leave those poor souls trapped in there, being tortured and probably worse, so I took my knife and freed them one by one. They didn´t make a sound. I guided them back outside, supporting the man with the missing leg. I called the police after a short inner struggle, and turned myself in, to make my story more believable. I did however lie and told them, that I had been suspicious about these people for longer. The people were taken to the hospital and I was imprisoned, but not for long, to my luck. I never regretted my decision to tell everything to the police, I think I wouldn´t even have, if they sentenced me to death. I am sure I have done the right thing. An update from a prison guard ensured me. They got the guys who did this, and they found out they had been capturing people, keeping them in their basement and eating their flesh for 6 years. Needless to say, that after I got out I didn´t break into another house. I was just shocked to see, what monsters live among us, without us even noticing.