Folk Valley Suspense (Part 1)

Welcome to folk valley villa where everything is inverted.

Citizens of folk valley are Richard Bags,Sean Combes, and Mr GTT. Whatever happens in folk valley stays in folk valley, well so they said. One cold night richard bags was brutally killed many suspected sean because richard was sick and tired of seans infamous parties and had put a stop to it.

Sean had pleaded not guilty for days, days turned into weeks and eventually months,

One day Mr G.T.T had lyyingly said he can be a alibi A fierce battle was going down in the courthouse Mr G.T.T repeating it wasnt sean it wasnt sean .

All eyes turnd to the judge,The judge only had 6 words to say did he or did he not. MR chat turned to the jury repeating once again, IT wasnt sean till a loud grounding voice cuts through the crowd. 

I heard you the first time Chat GTT sounding as if ure a robot. Seans heart sunk lower and lower knowing he was digging his own grave and taking debt along with him. Hours passed tension rose most things change but one mind didnt. The assorted mix of a jury. 

Their opinions were divided and clashing but what they didnt know was that the killer was playing them like muppets, everything was planned. All. By. One . Mere Humans...

But what the killer didnt know that theier was a mastermind detective behind this and had even went as far to claim on live T.V 

 “This killer is a sadistic small pathetic loser who seeks fun in others times of pain.” Seeing this the John doe was aggravated. He was seeing red, His blood boiled, hands clenched into a fist and only had one mission in mind Fid Detective. Kill detective. Forget the detective. So he set out on a journey, stalking the detective's social media, trying to recognize familiar places for weeks on end. Giving up and turning to the last thing he wanted to do he found a sketchy anonymous hacker on the dark web, the killers animosity against the detective was truly peculiar.

17 hours go past zing a notification pops up on his phone its the hacker with an address. At last  he left his hobbit and finally arrived at his destination he was yearning eagerly for.

Step by step, anger grew in his guts, reaching for the doorknob he threw his arm out. Pure anger, like a hot kettle ready to erupt was inside him. He opened the door…

His stomach sank like an anchor because what he saw is far beyond your imagination.