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Justice was an average young adult. Or thats what she let people believe. She was 5'2, greyish blue eyes with long brown hair. She had a nose ring amd several tattoos that were on both arms upper and lower. She was smart, clever, but sometimes clumsy with what she would do. Either clumsy with walking, holding things, or even thinking. But when she was placed in situations caused by her own misfortune she would always find a way to live through it.
She sat in her apartment drawing in her sketch book. Listening to one of her favorite podcasts. "Last Podcast On The Left." She was listening to their episode about the cannibal Albert Fish. She had an odd fascination with death, murder, mysteries and of course the supernatural. If there was some proof she believed it was possible. She drew small doddles of Albert Fish. They were just silly ones. Thats when she got a text alert interrupting her podcast. It was from the college she had been going to. It was her professor Quadmire, the criminologist professor. She was hoping it was the text she had been waiting for. Shes been wanting to clean up houses and broken down buildings known to be owned or lived in, even used by murderers. Even supernaturally possessed homes.
But there was one in particular she wanted to restore to its beauty. The house of the Notorious Cannibalistic Radio Host from the 1930's. Alastor Laurent of New Orleans. He was known for killing, raping and eating 56 women. But Justice believed it was a higher body count. She study about the time and about him. It was hard to find any living relatives that knew about him. She had found one but before she could ask her questions they died of a heart attack. She felt that it was connected.
She pulled the notification down and opened it. She squealed in excitment seeing she was approved for this project and given a loan for her travels. She had saved up so much money to use on this. She felt she had enough money to restore the house completely. She got packed and checked her phone seeing an email for her train ticket to New Orleans. She hated flying so she was in luck to see there was a train leaving that day for New Orleans. She messaged everyone she talked to and told them the good news. They congratulated her and told her to be safe because of animals down there. Justice knew she had to be careful. But she had this.
She made it to the train in time to board and got to her seat. She was excited about restoring the home. But not the traveling part. It was a long 15 hour train ride, on one train then transferred to another. But she made it. She was now in New Orleans Louisiana. She was so excited to be there. It was a bit different from where she lived. It was especially warmer than West Virginia's mountains she was so use to.
She made her way through the town, taking in the beautiful veiws. She loved the older buildings. She had a fascination for antiques and vintage places or homes. She finally got to the city hall. The older one, Gallier Hall, had been closed for a while. Only certain people were allowed in. As she approached the newly built City hall, her mouth dropped in astonishment. It was a tall rectangular building. Covered in blue panels for the windows. More than half of the building had these blue windows. She shook her head and finally came back to reality. She rushed over to the doors with her papers and blueprints of the house. There was an woman at the clerk desk. She had beautiful brunette hair, curls that framed her face. Round green color glasses and a green dress with flower patterns. She looked to be a bit older than Justice, but she looked like she was a hard worker. She had some color forming under and in the corner of her eyes. As if she had covered shifts before. She looked at Justice and smiled. Her Louisiana accent was smooth and kind.
"Ya must be Justice, We've been waitin' to see when you'd come. The mayor couldnt make it to see ya, but he gave me the papers ya needed. And heres the ket to the house. The water and electricity has been turned on since last night. Now if ya need help just call us. And be careful in that area. Wild dogs and gators are known to lurk around that part of the woods behind the house. There is a rental waiting for ya. Oh! It just got here. Right on time too, well your rentals outside. Be safe! And we cant wait to see your work!"
She waved to Justice goodbye and she went outside. She was right there was the rental. Just a small silver car. Justice had been carrying her two large brown and green duffle bags around, but now she had a break from it. She put it in the back seat and found the keys in the vanity mirror. She attached the key to the house to the car keys. She lost things very easily and she wanted to avoid doing that again. She looked around the car. Nothing fancy to it, no large screen for radio stations or a back up camera. She liked this car, better than newer ones. She took her phone out and opened her GPS and typed in the address. Once she hit start she was on her way there. It was a good 20 drive from town. But well worth it.
She looked around the street. Seeing all that she could. It was odd, there was no one outside. No noise, no laughter, no nothing. Most of the houses looked old and graffitied. She hated graffiti, especially on older homes and buildings that should be restored. She slowed to a stop in front of a gouse on the very end of the street. 'You've Arrived at your Destination. ' could be heard from her phone. She parked the car and took out the keys and got out.
She slowly walked up to the house. Vines grew over the door and boarded up windows. The graffiti was red with the words 'Murderer, killer, demon' written everywhere. Some looks old and some looked new. It would take alot of time but she could fix this house up. Police men had told her before over a call if she had found anything that would lead to clues on missing person cases from the 1930s to record it and secure them. She brought a small tape recorder with her, she would start her recordings now. She pressed start and spoke inti the small microphone she had attached to the recorder.
"The day is October 16th. The year 2019. Time 1:30 p.m. New Orleans, Louisiana. I am standing in front of the house of the famous radio host Alastor Laurent. Who was soon to be discovered as the notorious cannibal of New Orleans. The house has two levels to it and a basement. A shed in the back yard, a small garden and a empty forest. I see the color of the house is a dark brown, littered and layered with red graffiti. In the year 1926 of May. Alastor Laurent moved into this house and started his job at one of the newer radio stations at that time. He was the host of the radio show and reported everything he saw and heard. Even his own killings. More on that later. The house itself still stands to this day. It looks a bit frozen in time. Not real damage on the outside, mostly over grown vines and grass and graffiti. I was given permission by the state to remove all barriers and unboard it. I will update later. The is Justice ending the first tape session."
With that she pressed stop and exhaled. She looked up to the house and took in the details before going to her rental and grabbing one of her duffle bags. One was full of clothes. The other full of tools. She used the back of a hammer the pull the nails out of the boards. Quickly they fell and the windows reflected herself. The windows were so clean and clear. She wondered if all the furniture was still in there. She finished unboarding the windows stuck in her thoughts. The she started to unboard both the front and back door. Once she did she stood in front if the door. Once she opened that door, she knew all those secrets he had would spill out to her. But she wondered what she would find.