Recount on the misterious mistery thing.

First, I said goodnight to the other guests, then I went to bed, it was 12p.m. I couldn‘t sleep, the rain was too heavy, and from time to time there were lightings.

At 1am I heard a sound coming from outside, they were steps, and they were over the roof. I got a little bit scared. A minute later, I heard loud coughs, and then someone cried “Help!” and continued coughing. I then tried looking where and who needed help, and I found the other guests in the library, where Ms Patricia Plumstaff was sitting sitting dead on a chair. She had no wound that we could see, but then we found a small spike on his back, it did not even came blood out.

111 words.

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