For the fourth day in a row I made my way up the driveway to that ghastly place. Why did I keep coming back? I don't even live in this town, I could leave right now, run away from all of this...but I was part of it now. Much like the others making their way here, I had to see this through to the end. Either we figured out who was doing this...or we died trying. I flicked my cig before reaching the doorway and noticed that it landed in the garage, which had been shut the night before...shattered glass was strewn across the floor. I wandered over and peered my head in. There, with his head through the windscreen, was The Jock. The others slowly arrived one by one to bear witness to the sight.
Once we were all there, The Deputy noticed something poking out of the body's back pocket. He walked over and pulled it out.
The Jock had the Ghostface Killer costume...everyone looked around the room. Had we...finally caught one?
As we slowly made our way through to the lounge to pick-up where we left off yesterday, a fresh tape was playing ready for us.
ALIVE (8):Roger
starschwar
Annoying Prick
Mr. Tibbs
Aragorn
Bigboss88
weavo
Roy
DEAD:Jassassino (The Reporter) Night Killed Night 1
Null (The Sheriff) Shot Day Two
Wayno (The Prime Suspect) Night Killed Night 2
black king (The Horror Nerd) Lynched Day 3
Agent (The Jock) Night Killed Night 3 Ghostface Costume
DAY FOUR BEGINS