A brother and sister have fallen in love, Rachelle was so full of conflict that the anxiety within her stomach sunk in like a paper weight. Her life had become a soap opera, regrettingly, as she desperately tried to reach out and find anything about her biological family as she was adopted.
Her parents died when she was an infant. She discovered that she was living in a hotel room with her family. One day the managers, who were a married couple named Cort and Angela Bennington, received a complaint from some tenants that a baby was crying on and off for the last three hours. They decided to do a welfare check upon the tenants that stayed in room 112.
When they arrived to the room, they knocked on the door at least three times. After the third time, they heard the baby crying again. They took it upon themselves to open the door of the room with their spare card key, only to find something truly horrifying;
The room was littered with clothing strewn about the floor. There was rotted and unfinished food that laid about in random places and a huge pile of used diapers that overflowed the waste bin. A horrible smell of rot and decay permeated about the room, and they found a puddle of vomit on the floor near the corner of the bed.
Much to their horror, a man was slumped over the upper corner of the bed with his entire torso, arms, and head dangling upside down, while from the waist down, he remained on the bed. He appeared to be swollen and from the condition of his skin, it appeared as if he was in the stage of livor mortis.
What appeared to be a leather belt was wrapped tightly around his arm and there lay a syringe needle, a burnt spoon, and what appeared to be heroin strewn about the end table next to the bed.
The baby girl was screaming as she was left laying in a bassinet, and there appeared to be a four year old boy who was unaware of what was going on around him and playing happily with his toys.
He was filthy, covered in bruises, severely underweight and still wearing diapers. They knew there was a lady who lived in the room as well, but there was no sight of her. Throughout the baby’s shrill cries, they could hear the bathtub slowly running and dripping onto the floor. The door was locked.
After four kicks to the door, it finally dislodged and opened when they made another terrifying and heart-wrenching discovery.
The lady who was married to the dead man on the bed and whom appeared to be the mother of the children, was sitting upright in the overflowing tub of water and blood, leaking down the sides of the bath tub and onto the tile. Right near the puddle, a razor blade was laying on the floor.
She was also dead, with a smiley slashed across her throat and her wrists slashed vertically. She was so pallor, there was no color to her lips, and it it appeared as if she wept before her death as there was dried streaks of mascara down her face.
The only thing they could conclude was that the children’s father overdosed on heroin and through an intense state of grief, their mother saw no way out and she committed suicide.