Just like that what once had been a huge pool of blood filled with corpses that were filled with malice towards the living was completely gone. Nothing remained, one minute it was there and the next it was gone, looking around the living room there were barely any signs showing that there was even any blood in the first place. Had that been something else that was all in their mind, Jeremy wondered to himself as the adrenaline running through his veins, still keeping him vigilant, began to pass and he slowly started to calm down. One thing was for certain he was getting sick and tired of these cruel tricks played by whoever had set them up and once he found them he was going to do far worse things than what Lia had mentioned. This was becoming increasingly frustrating and he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of here.<br/><br/>Upon noticing the table in the room which seemed to replace the furniture that had once been there he arched a brow. Part of him wanted to check it out but his legs wouldnâ€™t move almost as if that unseen force from earlier was preventing him from moving at all. He shivered slightly as the warm blood beginning to cool off causing his clothes to stick to him uncomfortably. In the back of his mind he wished there was a way to change out of these clothes and even contemplated trying to go back up the stairs and take a shower to wash all this blood off. Outside was already freezing, in here really was not much different, so maybe, on second thought, taking a shower would not do anything to help his situation. Moving would help him generate body heat but he felt just as frozen as this room.<br/><br/>As Jeremy took a deep breath he decided to fight whatever as holding him back and cautiously walked over to the table.<br/><br/>It was just a normal square table of fair size, made of what seemed to be oak, unfitting with the rest of the cabin. As he neared it he was expecting it to go flying across the room and then break into pieces. With his luck he would have expected to be impaled by a flying piece of wood. It was a relief when that didnâ€™t happen, and immediately he cursed his imagination for becoming active thanks to this place. Part of him hoped that there was a way for him to get out of here but when he saw the notes that hope was immediately shot down. Not only was whoever sent them here someone with some fucking sick sense of humor, psychotic, they also seemed to like being misleading, forcing people to come closer and closer toward their breaking point.<br/><br/>Focusing on his own note, he carefully picked it up and read it over. No sooner had he done so his face turned pale and took on a livid expression.<br/><br/>â€˜JEREMY,<br/>ARE YOU HAVING FUN?<br/>DO YOU MISS YOUR WIFE?<br/>DO NOT WORRY, SHE IS IN SAFE HANDS.<br/>HER EYES ARE FULL OF ENERGY, LIFE, HER HAIR SMELLS WONDERFUL.<br/>SHE MISSES YOU, JEREMY.â€™<br/><br/>The very thought of this son of a bitch having his wife in his possession pissed him off to the point where he could barely talk. He just stared at the note not uttering a single word or even looking like he was going to move from that spot any time soon. His once livid expression suddenly became very grim if it was even possible for it to become so, malicious, making him seem like a completely different person than he had been. The only thing running through his mind were thoughts of dismembering this asshole and getting his wife back, he could care less what other things about his past he decided to dig up and put on display. When he and Lia found that bastard, oh yes, he was going to make damn sure he was the one who took the first swing.