Chapter 32

Justine shook his head and slid through the front seat next to Peter. I got in the backseat with Gigi and Diana, attempting to keep one eye on Barsha at all times. She doesn't say anything the entire drive to the safe place, and instead of holding her head down and sobbing. She appeared significantly younger than thirteen at the time, and I couldn't believe she was going to be dead in the following day or three. The interior of the home was largely ruined, and it appeared to be so much pitch black that it was hard to go about without flashlights. The person who tried to board up the windows did an awesome job since no light passes through the first level. The darkness obscured the blood-drenched flooring in the foyer and the gory streaks on the ceilings and walls. While Peter, Ricky, and Diana searched the top portion of the home, Justine, Gigi, and I remained downstairs with Barsha. Diana then returned a short time later with a clutch of lengthy, skinny candles, which she ha