It just doesn’t, for some reason, feel real. I don’t know. There’s a– something’s wrong. Like a dream, you know? But not an interesting one. More like the one where you’re folding laundry. Or eating. Everything seems normal, but somehow you know.
Most of you already know the details, but your classmate Jason Blossom’s body was found late Saturday night. So as of the weekend, Jason’s death is now being treated as a homicide. It is an open and ongoing investigation… Chapter Two: A Touch of Evil.
*KICKS IN YOUR DOOR* GORY STORIES WE DO THAT *FLIPS OVER TABLE* AND YOUR HOST A TALKING RAT *BREAKS A VASE* THE PAST’S NO LONGER A MYSTERY *PUNCHES THROUGH TELEVISION* WELCOME TO *COLLAPSES ON THE FLOOR* HOOOORIBLE HISTOOOORIES