It was late at night and Jones couldn’t sleep. He just lied thinking about what was going to happen the next day. Him and his boys were going to break into a house, which was far out into the woods, but also known for “the bloody mansion”, because of all the murders that had gone down in the mansion.
It was Jones’s first break in. Therefor they wanted to pick something isolated.
Even though it was all planned out from top to toe, all Jones could think about was all the things that could go wrong about it. What if the people actually weren’t on vacation as his friends had figured. What if they are crazy as hell then. All the thoughts flying around making him unable to sleep.
Next day him and his group met up, at their usual. The dead end, at the nearby unowned building. They had knives, gloves, masks, torches and crowbars.
They were going to do it in the evening, it was Autumn, so the sun already start to go down at 6 P.M.
The house was probably, about 30 minutes away from the city. They took off in their truck, heading of full of adrenalin.
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