FIFTH INVESTIGATION

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Ten deaths have occurred in this mansion, one guest is still completely missing from the mansion with no clue where he is. How many more deaths with occur in this mansion? Will the remaining guests ever know a time when they don't have to worry about someone close to them dying each week?

Nothing seems immediately off, but you should all know by now to never trust Fridays.

Investigate?]

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[grimgrinningghosts]

[You might find that interrupted, Mike, by a very loud pop.

Tip's head plummets from fifteen feet in the air to directly in front of Mike, hitting the dirt with a thud.

So, there's that.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[What the fuck

WHAT THE FUCK!!

He just sort of stands there dumbstruck for a moment because a CHILD'S HEAD IS AT HIS FEET, before finally, he looks up to the sky.]

What in the HECK, you guys! Seriously??

[You know what. You know what!! FINE! Mike takes off his jacket, and is gonna wrap up her head. Anything of note of this TINY'S DECAPITATED HEAD AND FACE?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[There's some bite marks on what was once her neck! But, it's fine. It's friendly.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[N E A T]

[WELP]

[NICELY TUCKED INTO HIS JACKET SHE GOES. This isn't highly traumatizing at all, no way. And a little unsure what to do next he just. Slings it...over his shoulder....

mmmmm.

Well this is happening. He looks around briefly before he starts poking graves again. Any source of what finally burst that bubble?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Nope. Maybe it was just up there for...long enough?]

[aboyandhiscar]

[Weird. He squints angrily at the sky.]

Just when we think we get this place half figured out, it turns us on our heads. [Shit. He glances at the sling.] No offense. . .not that a kid's head can respond to me. Okay, stop talking to yourself, self.

[g a w d. Anything else of note around in the area.]