<span style="font-weight: bold">The Puppeteer</span><br/><br/>He pressed the speaker button and sighed. Why did nobody see what he tried to do here? And why were they so negative?<br/><br/>"The chocolate is in the cabinet under the sink. A brown box, I know that it was in the delivery this morning and Jenny always puts it there. Check it."<br/><br/>He wanted to remove his finger from the button, but then he continued speaking. His voice was tired and worried.<br/><br/>"It is the kind of hell you folks make it. I am not the one who is burning the house, destroying everything mechanical or tries to find silly ways to escape. All this could be very easy and smoothly working. The ten keys for the front door are in the house. Find them and you are all free to leave. I won't hold you back. Not even you, although I like you. You will find other things, pieces of the past, memories and my journals. It will tell you the story, what had happened, what had really happened. It will also tell you a lot about me. Nice things, funny things and horrible things. I did bad things and one may condemn me for it. But one may not, knowing what I knew when I did it. And somewhere in this house is the answer to the question I never found an answer for. Why did Kate have to die and why did noone ever try to find out the truth? Who killed her? Oh, do you want to know whom I talk about? There must be a photo of the whole family somewhere in the living room. Drink your hot chocolate and then go hunting for it."<br/><br/>And maybe she would find something else too. There were other things in the living room. Dark things...Father had been there and Sam...he remembered how they had looked like, when he came down the stairs...and then mom... Tears started to flow and for a while he sat there in his tiny room crying.