"Would you not need to take it from me to photocopy it? Also..." She went back to looking through the names. She was on the last few pages so it wouldn't be too long now. Most of these were the most recent members. Before they broke up and quite a few of them were already dead or gone. Probably cause they were the weakest members magically speaking since they wouldn't have had time to learn the knowledge the Historical society would have provided them. "Has anyone ever told you that your mouth could use a washing with some industrial strength lye?" She looked up at him at the comment and had to suppress a smile at that. He had said it. Not her. Not to mention she highly doubted that was very true. He didn't strike her as the type to be dumb. Play dumb maybe. Actually be that way? She doubted it.<br/><br/>Though the smile disappeared as he described just what they might be dealing with. It wasn't good. Not good at all. "Demons or quite possibly a ghost that is becoming solid. Since it was not able to pass through his windshield." She had gone back to the book and was just finishing the last page of it. "Either way, it sounds like this trucker and us were very fortunate. He escaped with his life and we now at least have a description of what we are dealing with. That and at the time, it can not get through solid objects." She thought back to the other murders and how they all either happened outdoors or near some point of entrance into the home.<br/><br/>"And from the looks of the string of murders it has caused, especially the most recent ones, it still can not." Shutting the book, she tapped it thoughtfully. "As for growing stronger...I think we can safely say it has already done that. The question is, why only one murder a night basically? And when will it escalate or as you so aptly pointed out, escape from this town?"<br/><br/>Which brought up let another question: what was keeping it here in the first place? At this rate, Unknown felt like they were uncovering more questions than answers.