Gore.

I just found out something interesting from a friend about our neighbourhood. More than 20 years ago (in 1993), a French man by the name of Jean-Claude Romand lived in a house just 2 minutes from where we live. I go past it everyday without knowing the history of the people who used to live there. Romand pretended to work for an international organization WHO and lied about being a doctor and his career to his own wife, family and friends for more than 18 years. He lived on money he got from his wife and friends' investments on hedge funds he pretended to manage. Full story short: one day he decided to buy a handgun. He killed his wife with a rolling pin. Left his wife on the bed, slept like normal. Next morning woke up his kids, fed them breakfast, watched cartoons. That night killed them in their beds with shots in the head using the handgun. The next day, he went to his parents' house, shared a meal and shot them both and the dog with the same handgun right after. That night he met his mistress, tried to strangle her with a cord but she fought back. He apologized and made her promise not to tell anyone about the attempted murder. He went back home where the bodies of his family were still there. He watched some TV before attempting to burn down the house. Someone saw the fire and called for help. He was caught but too traumatized to speak to the police. He was in jail since but apparently he's out on parole this year. This story is probably not accurate detail-wise but it is said that this more or less happened.

This is how the house looks like today.