About ten minutes later, after I had waved them down the streetand around the corner, I entered the house. Worried, I sat down in theliving room for ...bout 15 minutes, in case they came back to get somethingthey forgot. That was lucky, because after only a few minutes, I heard thecar in the drive, and Ken's mother was bustling in to get the camera theyforgot. Once again, they were gone, and the house quiet. The camera gaveme an idea, and went back to my garage sanctuary to get the Polaroid. Blood and shit covered the floor. I could only imagine the horrors that took place in that box.The old man was cowering in a corner. He was covered in blood and dog feces. Fortunately not all of it was from the dogs. One of his eyes was badly swollen shut and some of his ear was missing. That particular wound still oozed blood."Sterlin did you beat the shit out of him then threw him in this cage to bleed out?" I asked."Yes ma'am I did," he said as a reproach to me."Good work," I said. "Go ahead. ” He got ready to kick the wardrobe out of frustration when he remembered that he had a key sitting in his dresser. It was the one he had found last week in the downstairs front closet. Excited, he started running back to his bedroom, pausing immediately upon entering.“What the fuck am I doing?”He turned back and stared at the mysterious wardrobe. Even from here, he could feel its pull on him. What could be on the other side of those doors that entranced him so? It wasn’t just curiosity or a. "Come on in, Chellie, I'll go throw a shirt on and we can get going," Eric said. "No. I don't want you to bring a shirt." Chellie winked, grabbing Eric's arm and pulling him towards his car in his garage. They hopped in his SUV and Eric backed out of the garage and started heading towards the local park in their town. Chellie started to recognize where they were going and she thought it was a good spot to have sex in Eric's car; not too many people but enough to make it risky. As they started.