The Mysterious Murderer

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I told Emma and Violet, and they gasped.

"Violet, he was your brother. You have to know something," I said.

"How about we go up to Jake's room and look," Violet suggested.

We were in the room with guns, and she said, "I'm the murderer. That is what I know. Now I've told you, so I have to lock you in here. Bye."

"No, no, no! What? No, don't go," I was interrupted by the door slamming shut.

Emma said, "What are we gonna do now?" in a panicked voice.

"I don't know. Come on, the one time you need to know, you don't know," I said. Emma sighed in disappointment. A moment of silence. I yelled, "NOW, WHAT TO DO?"

Emma said, "Yes. What do we have to do?"

"Grab me that knife, okay," I said. Emma, in a disgusted voice, replied, "Okay."

"Now what? Open the vent. Yes, okay, follow me." The vent led downstairs, where we saw Violet in not-so-deep sleep. "Shhhhhh," I whispered. She had knocked off a gun onto Violet's bed. "Shhh, okay, now I'm going to get the phone so I can call 911. Hand me that gun," I said to Emma.

"Here," Emma said. I grabbed the gun out of her hand and then walked to the dining room to find the phone. I called 911, and then I heard Emma yell, "Help!"

I ran to Emma and saw Violet holding a gun to her head. I pointed the gun at Violet's head and said, "Drop the gun," I said.