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Shrugit

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In the darkness, night invaded the sky. The town was mumbled, and rumors passed 'round. The town was well known for their mysterious murders, and their murderers. It was a pretty regular town, minus the fact that some of the residents suffer with memories.

This town was called Lake Grove, and it lied between the forests and the lake. In the distance you could probably see mountains. Lake Grove received attention and got noticed long ago. Long when they had their first case.

"Everyone evacuate the area!" The officers shouted, frightening the neighbors. "Look out back and tell me if you see anything suspicious" The officer in charge glared out the window. It was opened and a large scratch was seen on the glass.

It appeared like an arrow, and the officer glanced around the room. Eyes wide and mouth gapped. There were words on the ceiling, along with a few stains to match. The officer left the room, and went to share with the others. But a nerve wrecking shriek was heard through the talkie.

"What did you find?" "....C..come look for yourself" A shocked voice replied to the question. They sounded ill from what they had for seen. The officer ran down the steps hastily. Exiting the house, and a tree with a bloodied corpse lied. It was of a blonde male, and an 'x' on his chest. He bled the most on his stomach, and he had wounds that looked unnatural by first glance.

"What the hell is this?" The officer in charge appeared disgusted. The look on her face was screaming shock and fear, but her eyes had hatred in them. "T..the victim has unnatural bleeding, and-" the smaller officer being cut off. "I can clearly see that." The 'chief' cleared their throat.

The chief stared at the victim's palms, that were both stabbed harshly with two small blades. The crime scene was further investigated, and the body was taken for thorough inspecting.

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"Now any questions on our town history?" Mr.Jaimeson announced the class. "How else would you describe the mark on the victim? If its only an 'x' that doesn't share much information." A voice from the further back row asked. "We've been over this countless times. Yet! You don't say anything but an 'x'." The voice continued on.

"The mark has a circle in the center, and an x right through it." Mr.Jaimeson described. "Hm. If the murderer in question has a definite mark. Then that would mean that the murderer continued their spree, correct?" The voice went on. "I suppose that could be true. But please don't make this into one of your conspiracies or something." Mr.Jaimeson rolled his eyes, exaggerating.

"Since this mark is supposedly known, then that would make this a mystery spree." The voice shared with the class. "Shuddup already! You make such accusations when we learn about history. In history class!" A pale faced girl shouted. Her eyes looked like they were in fear or even paranoid.

"Erin! Enough. Please you can continue after the lesson is through." Mr.Jaimeson chuckled, adjusting his falling glasses. "Of course" Erin rolled her eyes, and a long sigh escaped their mouth. She reached under her desk, and gripped to her black binder bag with skull pins and drawings over it. Opening it with such ease, and grabbing a book from inside.