The farmhouse, what Oisin could see of it through the fog-filled windscreen, looked daunting and unappealing, turning back into what it had looked like before the builders started work on it many years before.
It was now derelict leaving a feeling of walking into a horror movie which was why Oisin and his husband and partner on the police force as well as in life looked to one another anxiously.
Stepping from the car, the fog and cold entered their lungs but it was nothing compared to what they’d find behind that locked top window: several dead bodies laid out.
For Three Line Tales Writing Prompt. The website can be found at: