C5 Visit the place I like best.

I was sitting on the chair. A police officer is standing in front of me. I was in a small room. I was just thinking about what happened to me at the amusement park. Suddenly, the door opens. A woman enters the room. Standing 4' 8" tall with pink skin, she has a charming feel about her. She has soft, big, blue eyes, a rounded jaw, and hollow cheeks. She has noticeably short, straight, black hair. She has small feet and wide hips. She is welcoming, a peacemaker, tidy, courageous, and sentimental. I look at her, and then she looks at me.

She had a glass of water in her hand, which she put on the table. After that, she looks at the police officer standing on the side. She tells the police officer to go out with a gesture of her eyes. The police officer walks outside the room and closes the door behind him. The woman sat on the chair. "You can drink water," she says while pointing towards the glass of water.

I suddenly grabbed the glass of water and drank it up. After this, I kept the glass of water on the table. I was nervous. "My name is Poppy Little. I am a police officer. I am doing the investigation of the incidents happening in the amusement park," Poppy said. I said nothing. I was just staring at her.

She stands up and comes to me. Poppy takes out a key from her pocket and opens my handcuffs. You do not need to be afraid. I brought you here just to ask a few questions," Poppy said while returning to the chair. I take a deep breath. I put my hands on the table.

I look toward him. Trouble was visible on my face. "What did you want to ask me?" I asked. Poppy put the file on the table. I kept shaking my right leg. "I have heard that you joined the job four days ago."

Yes, you are right. I took charge three days ago. But in the evening, I got the job of a security guard. They had discovered the human body parts in the haunted house," I said. I was having headaches. I was sweating profusely. I wanted to go home. I wanted to sleep in a soft bed. I was lost in my thoughts, and I was not paying attention to her.

A few minutes later, she tapped on my shoulder. What thoughts are you lost in? I asked if you saw any suspicious activity in the amusement park in the last three days, like someone acting strange," Poppy asked.

I rubbed my head with my right hand and leaned against the back of the chair. I nodded my head. I do not know how to answer these questions. While I do not know what is happening to me,

She grabs my right arm and shakes it. "I am talking to you," she said. Hmmm," I said as I looked up at her. No, I have not seen anything. Can I go home?" I asked.

She leans against the chair. She stares at me for a minute. Ok, you can go." Poppy said. I leave the room as soon as I hear it. I went out of the police station. I took a taxi and went to my apartment complex. I proceeded upstairs and reached my apartment door. I take out the key from my pocket and open the door. As I walked in, I saw the apartment was empty.

My furniture and belongings were not there. The apartment was clean. I was shocked. I started yelling. Where did the furniture go? Where are my belongings?" I freaked out. Seeing me speak angrily, my neighbor opens the door and comes outside.

His name is Leon Harmon. He is 5' 9" tall with brown skin, and he has an unsociable feel about him. He has deep-set, large, mahogany brown eyes; a narrow face; and large ears. He has short, curly, black hair. He has bony hips, toned legs, and broad shoulders. He often wears ripped, fashionable clothes that are mostly white. He is usually seen wearing a traditional shawl. He is unassuming, cannot tolerate conflict, and is straightforward, gracious, and emotional. "What happened? Why are you so angry?" He asked. I looked up at him. Look what Daral Wardle did. He threw away my belongings even though I paid the bill before the due date. How could he do that?" I spoke.

Leon grabs my hands and takes me to my apartment, closing the door behind him. I want you to keep your voice down. "You are probably missing something. You have taken your own luggage from here," Leon said. I looked at him in astonishment.

What kind of things are you talking about? I did not even come home. So how can I get the goods here?" I yelled. "Look, I am guessing you are not feeling well. You do not remember anything. You came here and took everything away," Leon said. I jerked his arm. "You have got some misconceptions." I have come only today." Meanwhile, a door opens, and an old man and two men in police uniforms enter the room.

The old man is the owner of an apartment complex. His name is Darel Walder. He is tall and gangly, with fair skin, and he has a stoic feel about him. He has tired, hooded, light brown eyes, a triangular face, a straight nose, and angled lips. He has elbow-length, fine, black hair. He has angular hips and slanted shoulders. He often wears inappropriate clothes that are the most colorful. He is usually seen wearing a traditional sarong. He is stoic, bad-mannered, hates structure and routine, and has strong feelings of entitlement.

Darel was not in a pleasant mood. He was yelling at me. Arrest him, arrest him. He beat me up and took my money too." I was just staring at him. "What is he saying?" I was thinking in my mind. In the meantime, the two police officers come to me and grab my arms. They tied my hand behind my back. I started screaming. "What are you doing? I did not do anything. I am not going with you. The man is lying."

Darel comes to me and punches me in the face, and I fall to the ground. Blood starts coming out of my mouth. Meanwhile, I laid my eyes on the ceiling of the bathroom. Darkness falls before my eyes. What I saw there made me scared. The police officers are stopping Darrell so that he does not touch me again.

Darrell jumps up and tries to hit me again. I was just staring at the ceiling. I was trying to figure out what that was or where it came from. The police arrest Darrell and drag him down to the police mobile. Afterward, I stood up and walked into the bathroom, where I looked closely.

Where I saw a cloth that was hanging down from the ceiling. And saw an electrical saw. I ran outside, screaming. I did not do anything.