An excerpt from Nellie’s journal:
“Murder took place in the night. It was a quiet evening with nothing to listen to except for the waves crashing down on the beach. Not even the roosters made a sound. All was still.
Or so we thought.
At exactly 4:10am, I was awakened by the sound of a creature fighting for its life. It screamed. It cried. It yearned to live. But it was a waste of time. Once entrapped in Moon’s vision, you better hope you lived the life you wanted.
All went silent in the room. We then went back to sleep, serenaded by the crunching of bones. Another victory by Moon.
In the morning, we were able to identify the creature by the remains from the crime scene on the floor.
It was definitely a bird of some kind. The feathers scattered everywhere was the giveaway.”