The door was slightly open and there seem to be a smell of destromental proportion comming from the entrance.

I covered my nose and slowly walk inside, calling Mr. Kings name as I walked into the living room.

The smell got stronger as I got closer to the kitchen.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT ?”

“Mr. King the door was open and I wanted to make sure you were ok!”

“Leave now, get out of my apartment!”

Something was wrong and the smell was telling me that he had done something and he did not want me to know about it.

I walked back to my apartment, looking back over my shoulder I could not get the smell out of my head. I open the living room window.

The cold air swept across my curtins and blew into my nostrils.

I sucked in the air as to clear my head from the stench.

I should call the police and let them come and smell that smell.

I pick up the phone and dialed 911, the phone rang 3 times before the officer on the other end ask what the emergency was.

I hesitated..