Sky stayed in his room most of the day. Mitch and Ty stayed with him to keep him company. The three joked about different things, talked about life. Then, they talked about theories as to why they were all here. "Well, none of us can remember anything, so we all have amnesia, right?" Ty said. The other two nodded. "Well, that tells us that whoever trapped us here didn't want us tor remember something. Something we ALL knew, but what?" Sky thought hard about this, "What could be so bad, that over twenty people knew about it, and whoever did this, was so bad, that they didn't want anyone to remember. But then, they slowly, and horribly, painfully, kill us all off?" Mitch mumbled, "Maybe we all made this person mad?" The door suddenly slammed open, "WE FOUND A BODY!" All three of the boys jumped up, running with Bahur. The green haired boy seemed fearful, explaining as they ran, "W-we found it in a room filled with boxes! It was in the back, hidden. It doesn't look like anyone in our group. We can't figure it out, so we decided to find you guys!" He slammed open a door. Jordan and Lachlan stood near a corner. Sky was in the lead, getting there first. He gagged at the smell. "H..h-he's been here for a while." Jordan mumbled. It was male. His shirt was ripped off, his chest cut open. His organs and intestines were dragged out. His ribs were ripped out. He had brown hair and cold, dead blue eyes. Both arms were cut away, gone from the scene. Written across the wall, in what only could be blood: "Don't trust the mist." Sky read aloud. A puzzled expression crossed his face, "Child?" Lachlan shrugged, "We don't know." The unknown mans mouth was open, Sky looked closer. Then, he reached his hand out, opening it more. "Ew! Dood! Don't do that!" Mitch yelled, backing up. He ignored him, opening it wider, and struggling to pull something out, something shoved deep in his throat. He pulled out a crumbled piece of paper. He strained it, "I..it's a letter." He mumble, starting to read it:

My love,
I don't know how long I'll be here. (Scratched out) says it'll only be a while longer. He's been acting weird. He wont stop smiling, and he's always...talking to himself. I fear that trying to fix this mansion is nothing but a burden, could it be driving him insane? I'm not sure. (Scratched out) said something about, 'everyone will be so exited, I can't wait to show them what the ruined!' I questioned him, but he simply laughed, walking away. I'm till concerned about what that means. He's started to really scare me! For instance, as I'm righting this, I can hear him laughing and screaming at something in the next room. I may just leave....but I promised him, our friends need a place to work, and this is perfect. But, it'll take a while to fix, and how (scratched out) is acting, I don't think it's worth it.
On another note, how are you? I wish I could talk to you! Hear your voice! I miss you, a lot. And everyone else.Tell Sky I said hello! I miss him too! I love you, Jess. Never forget that. See you soon.

love, Ross.