' Something caught your attention as you looked down near the table. Kneeling down, there was a knife on the darkened floorboards covered in fresh blood at the edges of the blade. Another chill ran down your body, as you picked up the knife to study it. You held your flashlight closer to the knife as you read the silver engravings, sliding your finger across the name, and mouthed quietly, "...Jeffery Woods." 'All Rights Reserved