My Entry in Writing Contest

The Staged Scene Near House Seventeen
Awash with blood, the sleeveless t-shirt was discovered not far from here. It now resembled the ruby coloured shirt his friend wore, albeit in much worse shape. We still have not found either of these men, and we can only gather that they were friends, travelling together and enjoying their day.
 
This picture… this is all that remains. Detective Ramos and I found the digital camera next to the sleeveless shirt, and only a single picture was taken. We know this area of town well. It’s not a haven for crime, but then again, this was anything but an ordinary attack. Something here is amiss and the locals are shaken, not speaking a word.
 
Where are the bodies? Why would the culprit leave everything else behind, plant the t-shirt and leave the camera to be found? What we do know is that the house behind these men has no occupants, but someone was there. Inside, the walls are splattered red and a foul stench singes the nostrils. These friends seemingly met here of their own volition… yet, this picture was taken by an unknown party and it's the strongest lead we have. This is someone’s idea of a sick game, and we fear this is just the beginning.