Mateo opened the door to something he wished he didn't see. There are remnants of a human skeleton in a pile. It is right below the ceiling fan, with a noose. A faint voice can be heard mumbling incoherently from the closet. Someone is in the closet. But someone who may need help, and judging from what they’re doing, they may need a lot of it. Mateo attempted to quietly sneak towards the closet, but the old floorboards betray his every move. As if the voice had known his presence, it started mumbling louder, "...did......this." Mateo leaned his ear closer to the closet, "Neleh...this."
His hand instinctively reached for the closet handle, and then he turned it, and then he opened the closet door…
He shrieked as he was immediately greeted by the grim image of an emaciated girl. She was hugging the dirtied clothes hanging next to her. The girl was rocking back and forth, facing directly at Mateo but with a distant look in her eyes, as if she was looking straight through him. She looks like she has lost all sense of reality as she still recites, "Neleh...mom did it." Mateo felt a great sense of pity and reached out to comfort the girl, but that was a mistake. Right as he touches her shoulder, she snaps out of her trance and lunges straight for his neck.
Out of pure reflex, Mateo swung his firepoker at the girl. It connects and the girl collapses. However, she was not dead...yet. Mateo, feeling a lessening guilt, took a step towards the girl's body, then he took another step back. No no no. Mateo didn't care anymore. Coming here was enough of a mistake. He turns to rush out of the house for the safety of his own, all in one piece. After a week, Mateo couldn't help but regret his decision. He abandoned a confused child after all, and he couldn't help but notice things going missing around his house.