Okay, I'm not sure how good I am at mystery writing, but whatever. Disclaimer- I don't mean that I think you're an evil murderer if I accuse you. I just kind of picked randomly.

~Sydney, yellow~

I walk carefully up the rickety stairs, wondering exactly what had happened here. This whole thing is making me really nervous, and I really just want to get out of this creepy house and go home. It's not like I believe in ghosts or anything. But the culprit could still be here. I open the first door I see without thinking, peer cautiously inside, and finding it (hopefully) empty, walk in and lock the door behind me. I don't want anyone sneaking up on me.

I look around nervously and wonder whether someone is hiding under the bed, or in the closet, or beside the dresser, or...I check all these places multiple times, along with any other place someone could possibly be hiding, just in case. I find no one, so I investigate the parts of the room that aren't possibly hiding a murderer or worse.

Wait...worse?

I'm blowing this out of proportion. Whoever did it must've left. After all, why would anyone stay at the scene of their crime? Attempting to distract myself, I pick a pen up off the bureau. Then, realizing that the culprit could have used anything to carry out the crime, I hold it as far away from myself as possible. But I have to do something, so I gather my courage and click the pen.

For a moment nothing happens. Then ink suddenly spurts out and a small knife blade is sticking out of the pen. Startled, I drop the pen and back up, examining the ink all over my hand. It's a deep emerald green.

Booksy.

I walk around the house, determined not to be suspicious. No one in it is a murderor, right? And yet, I know someone must be. As I walk through the rooms, mumbling to myself, I see Sydney looking at me suspiciously. Wait, she thinks I'm the murderer? No, that can't be possible. I'm overthinking all of this. 

My wander comes to a stop as  I enter a room I've never seen before. On the floor is a pen. Nothing unusual about that, right? And yet, something feels fishy. Something in my heart tells me the weapon was the pen.

Why am I thinking about weapons, anyway. I shouldn't be. Think about something safe, Booksy. Something completely harmless. Like... The rug. The beautiful harmless, red rug. Red. Over.

No, no, no. It couldn't have been her. And yet... It was. Over. With the pen. Red. Over. Pen.

Am I going mad?

{balletandbow-blue} 2 lives

This is really scary. I've been wandering around the woods for a while and then I found this house. I went inside to see if I could find anyone who could help but the entire place is deserted.  I only have to check the attic before I go look somewere else.  As I climb up to the attic I hear somehting croaking.  Wait, croaking?  I enter the room and look at all the shelves.  What's that on the floor? It's a bright green poison dart frog, sitting on a broken jar. 

Oh I forgot to include my suspect. Booksy. Does the person who is the murderer know that they are the murderer, or are they in the dark too?

I'm pretty sure he/she doesn't know. Only TTT knows.

Admin

Ok, Update!

MURDER PHASE

Once the murderer finds out who they are, the race begins. Either the murderer kills everyone, or the correct combo is found and somebody sentences the killer, winning the game!

I was in an old, decripit house in the woods with a murderer. Scary. Who knew, maybe they would decide that I was their next victim. Shivering, I walk around, careful. Up the stairs I go. Maybe, if I figure out who the killer is, I can call the police. I walk up, into the attic. I see balletandbow there, in a corner, examaining a broken jar. Queitly, before she sees me, I climb down the ladder again. I walk into another room, making sure no one is in there. A plank, covered in green glitter. It must be Booksy Owly.

So.. I died right?

Red~

I pace up and down the deserted corridor, trying to wrap my head around the mystery. It has to be someone staying in the house! An open door on my left catches my eye. Curiously, I walk into the room. It is a large, empty room, and the walls are blank. My gaze sweeps over the floor and I spy a crowbar. A crowbar, emerald green.

Booksy Owly with the Crowbar. 

Ok I am pretty sure I didn't die so I will continue my investigation.  Booksy, I'm not really saying you're a bad person, but I think you've been chosen to be the murderer.

{balletandbow-blue}

I'm scared. I'm sure that its Booksy Owly who is the murderer, but now I'm stuck in the basement! Did Booksy shut me down here on purpose?  As I search around the basement, I see any number of things that could be a weapon, but none of them really seem right.  Finally I find a door.  At the bottom of the stairs, I find a new weapon. Its a green gun.  Booksy and Pistol.