(Warning! Implications of suicide!)
“Remember back when I lived at the mansion, and you came over that one time?” Shark asked Sinbad as they were traversing the rainy town. “When Bill ran a golf cart through the front door?”
“Uhh…Kind of?” Sinbad switched the hand he was holding Sagebear’s leash with as he tried to think. “I remember you telling me not to watch him afterwards, because it’d encourage him.”
Shark nodded. “It feels so long ago now…What was it, two? Three years ago?”
“It was a while ago, man. And Bill’s dead now, so what’s it matter?” Before Shark could answer this, Sagebear began tugging on her leash, nearly tripping Sinbad.
Sagebear gained momentum, and pulled the two of them toward a house that neither of them were familiar with.
Trying to get out of the rain, Sebastian ran back in the direction of Liam’s house.
He certainly didn’t want to go home again, and be confronted with Catarina’s overbearing questions. He only really felt safe at Liam’s, even after what he saw there the other night.
Much to his surprise, when he arrived there, Sebastian saw the door was open. He could hear two men talking inside.
Knowing they were likely not supposed to be there, he carefully tiptoed to the front door. Inside, he could barely see them in the kitchen.
He waited until they looked away, and caught sight of the grey dog he saw last time. Assuming they were there because of her, he kept watching.
“So…” Just standing in this likely abandoned house was giving Sinbad the creeps. “What did you want in here, dog?”
Sagebear didn’t even look up at him. She only went about sniffing the floor, and occasionally sneezing from all the dust. Her sleuthing only confused and worried the two men.
“Do you think someone’s in trouble here?” Shark talking after a prolonged silence made Sinbad jump. “Maybe that’s what Sagebear is sensing.”
The two just watched as Sagebear’s sniffing led into the hallway next to the kitchen. Every so often, she would look up and let out a soft, “ruff”.
Most of the windows in the house were covered with ratty old curtains. The few that weren’t let in very little light due to the outside still being rather cloudy and rainy.
In a short time, Sagebear was heading toward the closed-off room. Sinbad kept behind her, then looked at Shark.
“You all right if you stay out here? You know, in case there might be someone in here waiting to ambush us.”
With his hands to his mouth, Shark nodded. He then took a few unsteady steps over into the living room, and sat on the dusty couch he bumped into.
“Yecch…Whoever lived here really needs to learn how to clean their carpets…” Sinbad went on into the bedroom as he followed behind Sagebear.
He wished he had Sagebear’s night vision to see better. Instead, he pulled out his phone and used its light to look around better.
“Now that’s one old as balls computer. Wouldn’t be surprised if that was manufactured before I was born…”
Sinbad then turned the phone from the monitor to the unmade bed next to him. Whoever slept here likely left in a hurry.
Then, he turned the light to the floor, and saw an unnatural amount of blood staining the carpet. Gritting his teeth, Sinbad kept walking.
By this time, Sagebear had gone ahead and poked into the adjoining bathroom. Sinbad didn’t see her go in, but he could hear her whimpering.
“What is it, dog?” When he entered the bathroom, Sinbad first looked over at the mirror. Written on it, presumably in blood, were four cryptic words:
I knew too much.
Sinbad just groaned. “Talk about cliched as fuck. If you’re gonna write a message, do it on a piece of paper with a pen like everyone else-”
He stopped when he turned towards the bathtub, and saw what Sagebear was whimpering at. It took a few moments to properly register the sight.
When it did, Sinbad felt his blood run cold. He then let loose with a horrified scream.
As soon as he heard his fiance shrieking, Shark was up off the couch and running towards the source.
“Sinbad! What is it? What’s wrong?” Overlapping with the screaming, Sagebear could be heard barking at something.
Shark tried not to stumble over anything in his way as he reached the bathroom. Rushing in, he saw Sinbad in the illumination of his dropped phone.
“What the…? Sinbad, what’s wrong?!” Sinbad just pointed at the bathtub. Shark picked up Sinbad’s phone, and looked in the direction he was pointing.
Right away, he too began to screech. Both of them were frightened immensely at what lay before them:
A bathtub with a corpse.
(Song that the chapter title is from, which is oddly fitting (Yep, another song from Baten Kaitos) : )