Who do I think it is, the murderer of these people.

Lombard.

Why?
He's never been sympathetic. He's always been a greedy, bitter man. Compared to being a predator, an evil face and devious smile.

Truthfully at this point I haven't a clue as to why he wants to kill all these people. Maybe for justice, maybe just an evil desire.

Notice how he points at someone and accuses them of being the murderer, and then they die?

He's easily sneaky, hiding around his revolver.

It's just him! I don't know how, I just know...

So I'm writing a mystery right? I needed a good place for a setting. Some place scary, eerie. A place that you wouldn't walk around at night.

After research I discovered a beautifully haunting place in the Spanish province of Jaen in a town called Belmez. A cottage there was found to have tons of 3D faces made of stone buried under the house. Thousands of faces of people of all ages were actually casted over the human bodies and buried under the house. The worst part is no one knows how they got there. They weren't paintings but there was no recording of them or any significant event there before 1971.

In 1971 a lady named Maria Gomez Pereira moved into the house, she discovered a face in her kitchen floor, made of a stoney material. She tried to dig out the face but only found thousands more which were buried under the house, this is how this epidemic was discovered. Another horrifying thing is a puzzle built into the kitchen that scientist haven't ever been able to figure out.

This place is surely scary, ageless faces buried beneath, and in a small foreign town.

I can't wait to start my mysteeeeeery!

(btw I'm living off of 5 snickers right now, VERY enthusiastic!)

Well for a while we've been reading "And Then There Were None" in class and at home. For quite a while it's been boring reading books in English, as none of them seemed to pertain to my interest. Now we've finally struck a gold mine. Agatha Christie's thrilling mysteries and insane ideas have drawn to my interest. This book is fascinating and twirls the mind around, leaving you hanging, making you assume what's next. This kind of drama is like school without homework and milk spitters.

Sooo U.N. Owen right?! I'm totally interested in this character, I can't get him out of the back of my mind. Who is he? How does he know all these people? And how each murdered? And how could he afford buying a huge old island if all he does is stalk random people and their deaths?!

Now what's happened so far is Tony Marston died. I didn't pay much mind considering I'm not to familiar with his character and I've never said to myself "Ohh this character is amazing! I'm going to take a favor to him!" In fact I didn't really like him. The only that that puzzles me is did he commit suicide? I don't really believe that. I'd rather he'd be murdered.

Then Mr. Roger's wife died. (Mrs. Rogers) Well two down eight to go surely.

Now I knew she'd be one of the first to die, she seemed from the start weak and dainty. At this point in time some attention was brought to an Indian poem at the begginning, talking about a group of Indian children and how they each died one by one. Oh! AND, AND that this is "Indian" Island, and the little Indian Figurines that slowly disappear as each real person dies.

This whole Indian thing has me curious. Maybe this is just Agatha's writing style, as some other books of her have to do with Indians.

I know I'm not done.

Uhm.
Poo.

Maybe I am, my train of thought was going fast, and I was on track, knowing exactly what I was doing. I looked away from the computer a few seconds and put my mind on something else and completely lost track.

Well I guess that's it for now. I assume I'll blog more than required, I must be butter, because I'm on a roll! (Michelle wants a buttered roll now)