Chest: A Week Old

Misty mornings and a walk outside with my favourite toy, heading towards the most beautiful valley in the north. Spending hours in the wilderness, the cold breeze brushing, birds chirping...aaahh... In my words, I would say everything is nice. These are the memories that I cherish and always pine for.

I grew up in a village far away from the towns and cities, in the hilly regions of the north, quite peaceful from the hubbubs. About my family, I only had my grandpa. It's not that I lost my parents, they left for work in the city side and I preferred staying with my grandpa rather than in the city. Pretty much didn't have a formal education. As a matter of fact, my grandpa is a retired professor, so he was the one who taught me things. At a very small age, I engaged myself in reading, observing and learning things on my own.

(Further, I did my formal studies in forensic science, criminology, criminal justice and joined a private investigation sector to practice. )

Many year's later.....

"Some actions are intrusive to the naked eye"

Mom and Dad were retiring, we arranged a surprise party for them inviting all our family and friends to the big hall of the norths. Such a proud and happy moment, I decided to launch my first criminal diary with all the investigations I was part of. Met some amazing people at the function and a few mysterious one's too, seems like grandpa had close ties with many during his youthful years, later we all headed back home.

The next day, I was introduced to a rather peculiar file?! The first listing went like this

ɔǝ◖ ㄥ86Ɩ - MN-Z∀-ㄥ09Ɩ - ǝɔuǝpısǝᴚ ʇsǝM ɥʇɹoN - sǝuoʇs ǝuıW ɹɐǝN

WS-6196-D6 - tseW htuoS - letoH ynoclab edis reviR

(Headed towards these locations to find out more about the place, the people who stayed there.)

Just like the file, the place was peculiar too, it's a place where people gather and discuss their daily life, this wasn't any usual gathering. This place was solely designed to bring out the frustrations in people as well as kill the pressure within. They served gin and wine instead of tea and coffee unlike the usuals; the party was hosted in the name 'INVERTED HEADS'. The outcome of the party is to have a whole different dimension of life, where you can suppress your sorrows and let out the frustrations into a form of drug that injects the filled air and not the people gathered. There is no age barrier as such, almost everyone is welcome into this dungeon.

Years later, this practice is still continued there, the infrastructure has changed too, now they sit in relaxed ac rooms besides the open-air meetings. People are so happy they can be what they truly are and no one's going to judge them.

Found some albums that explained the concept too, wait a minute...grandpa used to come here too. (turn, turn ...pages to see grandpa in his youth, haha)

But the merry group didn't end so well in the month of December, in the year 1987; there lies the mystery. A group of psychopaths address the gathering late that month; it was a routine for a week. Like, every night they come to speak only to manipulate the crowd to be more carefree.

Surprisingly the reports say, the event was tragic and dreadful. The small gathering was attacked by the gang, very secretly, every night injuring some selective people who gathered there. This continued until the owner found a dead body inside their private boat!!! Investigations grew to an extent that almost every day they had to put a stop to the gathering. The mob attack was very selective, also the people involved were always different, they targeted men and women with more miseries. Since these men and women were more gullible and get hyped up to their talks, they persuaded them to injure each other (for them it's pleasure, but unknowingly they were killing each other). Investigations at this point proved to be useless, so they simply, IGNORED.

Oh my, I was shocked to see the crime report rate of that year, which involved no justification as to why these many people were injured or killed, and nobody knows who injured and killed whom. This was curated indeed by a master of manipulative plot. (heavy breathing...perplexed...the violence went unnoticed!!! but how?)

The unsolved mystery of the dungeon grew attention to the nearby residence too, just as spooky as the hotel grounds, the residence had its own mystery. The unoccupied house seemed quite normal to me, but after exploration opened new doors for further investigation. One of its doors had a picture of a lady screaming, which said, "Please don't open".

The other side screamed these letters...