Day 7 in the Carnival House
The Housemates awoke if they were asleep, most werern't of course. The night had been filled with the sound of shrill screaming, begging and pleading. The voice was easilly recognisable. In his room, Autolycus the Missionary prayed for him. Classical_hero the Angel stared out of his heavily barred window, longing for a past that could never be relived.
Slowly he watched as dawn rose, and the voice of Davina crackled into life. Joyful and ironic as always in a way which brought many of the housemates to tears. They assembled in the Kitchen, two men down.
''Carnival House! This.. Is.. Davina! The result of last night's nomination was!:
He was!:
The nominations were!:
An Agent! They had caught an Agent! Perhaps they would live to see their freedom after all, the Housemates thought. But Davina wasn't finished.
''During the night, another death occured! The dead man is:
''He was!:
After a respectful silence, the Housemates began to investigate the now vacant rooms. Pinman's body, more like a carcus, was a sorry sight. Neck and torso covered in small, narrow puncture wounds inconsistent with the rest of the kills so far. This was worrying.
In his room, several items were found. A
painting which appeared to be of the late Falconer, Choxorn, a wooden
box, and of course the illustrious
Ticket to Freedom.
The Cultist's body appeared to have been branded with the word ''Agent'' in several places across his body. In his room was found a
doll, a
razor, and a silver
spoon decorated with butterflies. The spoon is inscribed with the words, ''With love, Perpentach''.
Voting for all items will now commence.