Day 241

The flat was the latest scheduled for emptying - another dead tennant.
He was only discovered last week but the lingering smell said he'd been there far longer.
Seems the old guy didn't have much stuff, no relatives either.
Not many people in the area did, it was like a dumping ground for the elderly.
Harsh way to put it, but honest at least.

The view wasn't so bad really, if you could stomach the smell that is.
We joked among ourselves that it was the delightful parfum left just for us.
Us being our small team from the NACSC - forensic cleaners.
We split the homes into rooms to make easier, slowest cleaner buys the others beer.

I got the kitchen which was near empty anyways but as the "discovery room" it stank the worst.
I reckoned a right broke one must have lived here though - no food, no cleaning agents,not even a
plate!
All he'd left in here was a puddle of  muck where'd he'd been rotting away.

Decided to get the worst out of the way first, save the easy stuff til last to make it a quick getaway.
Took me a fair while too, he may have been small but he had a lot of blood in him.
A lot of blood.

Halfway through wiping him up I found he'd scratched something in the floor.
Couldn't make out half of it - he had scratchy writing.
All I could make out was "D N T  PE  T E  SU  TC  E"

Didn't make sense of it, not until one of the others called us all into the master bedroom.
Said she'd found something bad.

She'd found a suitcase full of children's heads.
It was literally stuffed full of them, congealed blood thick around the cases' edges.

The worst part was the police couldn't identify any of them.
They were known as the lost boys after Peter Pan.

See, I wouldn't be talking about this but this family moved in down the road from me.
I've seen their kid's faces before.

They were in the case.