Conjecture

This is one hell of a story. Not among the ones you hear everyday. Way back in 1956, it was just the beginning of the cold months. When the lark few around one morn, it was a cue for the neighbors to check upon Mr Bree, the strange yet young, square jawed man who they saw only when he entered and exited his big house. He lay still that sunrise, grey clouds engulfing his soul as a metal knife met his blood and his last shriek was heard by the perched lark, incubating eggs in her kinky nest. This was the third shriek that horrified the lark that week. Murders- one after one in this small town on the west most tip of the South Carolina. No connection, no clue.

Watch the mystery undress in front of your eyes as you find yourself sorting it out.

But beware : You could be next.