<span style="color: #004080"><br/><br/><br/>[Stray strands of Jet black hair that had escaped from her ponytail were plastered to Zelâ€™s neck. It was hot, and her car didnâ€™t have air conditioning. Pushing wild heat induced curls out of her face she glanced down at the scrap of paper in her lap and glanced back up at the house she sat in front of now. It was the right address; everyone back home had called her insane. They had all heard the stories of the old Farm house, it was owned by a Mother and her son who fed their guests meat from real humans whom lived their before them as they ate the meat of unknown people the killer fed them their friends meat as he took them continuously apparently they were too stupid to read between the lines, no one lived there so what was the point in having the farm? But she was desperate for the money. Todayâ€™s economy was difficult and the summer had been brutal, no one wanted to live there in fear they would simply be tortured and die again within a day from the psychos that was hitting the country. She wasnâ€™t completely insane though, she had heard the stories of the farm. No one ever came back out; no farmer had been seen again after entering the gothic gates of the barn. She swallowed, realizing her fear had left her parched so she reached for a bottle of water she had sitting in the passenger seat. Grabbing the plastic bottle she unscrewed the cap, bringing it to her lips to allow some of the still cool liquid to trickle down her throat. Taking it away from her lips she screwed the cap back on and wiped her lips with the back of a tanned hand. Ocean blue optics darted around the property looking for a way to open the gates wide enough to get her car through but it seemed like a useless idea. Shrugging Zel unbuckled herself and opened the door to her old beat up car, it was the first car she had ever gotten and had paid for with her own money. She loved it, despite the way the engine roared and the fact it was a gas guzzler and that it had no air conditioning. Stretching her cramped up limbs as she stood beside the car Zel glanced around once again, many of the homes nearby were vacant now, everyone had grown to fear the area surrounding Farm, the way the mother and son had been murdered. A lot of people suspected the boy had killed them, but no one had proof and he was but just a child. Zel didnâ€™t realize her phone was dead and that the person that had hired her to work on the Farm of the estate was trying to contact her; the child had gone missing from his foster home and no one knew where he had gone but they had an idea. They believed him to be mentally unstable and dangerous, but once again; Zel didnâ€™t know people were trying to contact her and possibly save her life.<br/>She did know the psycho had a baby raised it up and it killed him then went in foster care he escaped maybe his soul was so messed up on the inside he'd be just like his father and come here thinking it was ok to slaughter people.<br/><br/>Straightening out the light green t-shirt she walked around the front of the car, gravel crunching beneath muddy black leather boots as she moved. The loose fitting tan cargo pants moved with her, the legs brushing against each other lightly as she walked towards the old gate. There was a small gap that she could fit through so curiosity won and she squeezed through the small gap, her slim body just barely making it through the small space between the two gates. She glanced around, tisking at the sight of overgrown bushes along the edge of the drive, vines crawling across and almost tripping her as she walked. There were piles of leaves on the ground, covering the yard from years of neglect. It hurt her heart to see the farm so out of order. Spotting a small walkway that led around the side of the barn Zel decided to follow it; she wasnâ€™t really interested in what was inside of the farm anyways. Pushing a branch to the side she walked past it, ignoring the feeling of being watched as she continued to follow the overgrown path to the back of the farm. A smile spread across light pink lips as she spotted another gate; obviously she had found the Second barn she was looking for. She had heard, and read that the mother of the son that had lived here had taken very good care of the flesh the killer gave her to cook.,with the shake of her head Pushing the old Iron Gate forward Zelâ€™s hand shook; she was afraid of what she would find behind the walls of this creaky barn. The different stories people had told her about the place were starting to get to her; horrible scenes of a man coming out of the shadows and attacking innocent people torturing  their body so they would never be found again; and serving flesh on a platter. A shiver ran through her body despite the heat of the day as she walked into the barn with a stumble.<br/><br/>She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry as she began to walk around, her eyes darting around for any sign of life within the farm; specifically human life. She wasnâ€™t sure what she would find out there but she silently chastised herself for allowing her imagination to go insane, there were no such things as ghosts and psychos who could do such a thing they didnâ€™t eat people. Shaking her head silently at herself Zel continued to move along the walkway in the barn; it was rather large and it astonished her to see that there were bloody skulls ; the stench of death chains dangling with drained bodies as if the heat didnâ€™t affect them. She continued to wander; as she walked until she found herself in the center of the barn it was huge not just like any old barn you'd ever see. â€œOhâ€¦â€ She muttered to herself. She had come across the grave of the mother of the killer and then the killer himself by the child. She knelt in front of them, reading the inscriptions on the gravestones silently. â€œHow sadâ€¦â€ She truly felt sorry for any child that lost their parents, especially in such a violent way as he had. Glancing up she paused, fear trickling back into her body as she thought she heard something, like a footstep. She felt like she was being watched again, but she couldnâ€™t tell by who or what. â€œZel, itâ€™s just a squirrel, donâ€™t act like a fool.â€ She muttered to herself, trying to make her fear go away but to no avail it simply wouldnâ€™t stop eating at her. She swallowed, licking her lips as she decided to confirm to herself that no one else was there. â€œHello? If thereâ€™s anyone else here you should probably leave. This is private property and no place for childish games. You should respect peopleâ€™s privacy.â€ Her voice left her lips sounding strong and sure but inside she shook like a leaf in the wind. She truly hoped she wouldnâ€™t find anything unsavory out there.</span>