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Tavros was laying in bed when he heard a noise. A loud scraping noise. He couldn't resist finding out what it was. Maybe if he discovered the killer, he could prove himself to his friends. Right? So, he hopped in his wheelchair and rolled out the door, towards the source of the noise. When he got to where he thought it was, there was nothing there.

"Tavros," called a voice. He recognized it clearly and gulped. "Taaaaaaaavros," said another voice, another one which he recognized. "There's no such thing as ghosts, Tavros," called a third. The bull kid was like, really creeped out now. He looked around, not seeing anything. "wHO'S THERE, wHY AM i HEARING VOICES," he said shakily, drawing a knife from his pocket. His candle went out. All he saw was two blurs, one being semi-transparent. "hELLO?" His own knife was taken from him and stabbed through his chest. It wasn't very well aimed, however, and he was still fairly alive. As he began to roll away, another knife pierced through the wheelchair seat and through his back, finally killing him.

He was found just outside the third floor kitchen, with a note scrawled using three different colors of blood. "We are here," said the first line in red. "Do you 8elieve in us now?" said the second, in blue. Lastly, in fuchsia blood, "It is better for all of us )(ere, in t)(e bubbles."

When Dave and Roxy checked their video cameras, they found the camera filming that area sparking and broken. No footage could be recovered.