Thoughts ( His eyes gouged out. Wonder what he saw he was not suppose to see. In any case I wonder who could have done it , and will they do it again.) *peeks out window* (Its dark out, is that someone lurking? no just shadows. Well this is point less, may as well relax) *takes shower , then goes to bed*( tomorrow is another day , maybe they will know something down at the pub)

Hmm, I'm pretty sure everyone's gone home already, who would be at the tavern by now? I should probably get to bed and go to the tavern tomorrow. I bet there'll be some people there talking about the death of Mr. Jenkins, maybe I'll be able to find out something useful.

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As I walked home, the streets seemed eerily quiet. I sped up and quickly went into my house, slamming the door shut and locking it behind me.