November 20th,1998 (Elizabeth)

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        I am hiding in the closet under the stairs. It's my only comfortable an safe place in my house. I love my hiding place because I have my favorite stuffed animal and baby blanket that i've had since I was born. I heard him creeking sown the stairs. I gasp,"Oh my god!" I froze. Because I thought he heard me. I was shaking so much that I closed my eyes only to hear a thump at the door. He found me. I looked up... and I saw his evil grin. In his left I saw a razor sharp knife covered and dripping in fresh blood. He grabbed my long flowing hair and dragged me out out of the closet laughing an evil laugh and he pulled me up the steep steps. I screamed help! help! Please don't kill me! And cried trying to get away.

January 21st,1999

        The newspaper headlines glared at me from a glass window of a gas station. OLD HALLOWS MURDER REAMINS UNSOLVED: The police department and the FBI are still searching for leads.

            Everybody in town is talking about it. Some people think it's the guy from Seven-Eleven, you know the guy with the horried scare on his right eyelid, he was always giving her dirty looks. Other people say that they think it's one of the popular girls from the Old Hallows High school, because the girl that was killed, was very pretty and talented.

            Maybe I should tell you who I am. My name is Crawford Jones. I'm a Junior at the only High school in town. There are about 80 students in my class. My best friend is Jackson Mior. He's one of the school pranksters. He pulls pranks on everybody, even kids at the school that he doesn’t know. Like putting blow horns in people's lockers and honking in their face, or putting saran wrap on the toilet seats.   

            I met Jackson in front of Seven-Eleven drinking a cup of coffee. He was wearing his black ripped up jeans, with the High school mascot on his sweatshirt, which is a tiger. The first thing that Jackson brought to my attention was about the girl and her brother who got murdered while I was gone. I was in California to visit my Aunt and Uncle who live in Los Angeles.

            "Did you know that Elizabeth Lynn and her brother Conner got murdered?"

"Is she really dead!," I felt a whole bunch of tears build up in my eyes.

"I have to go to the police station and try to find out who murdered her, see you later Jackson!"

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