Garret was... an outspoken member of our group to say the least... I knew a perfect way to present him as a victim. His mouth completely stitched.
In the middle of the night while everyone was sleeping... I snuck into Garret’s room... carrying 2 giant jugs of water. I wanted to throw you all off, and I figured the most complex way of committing a murder would be with something completely out of left field that you’d need to know more information to figure out what exactly was at hand. I held him down, took a jug and started pouring liquid down his throat, in attempt to drown him. He kept fighting back so I had to get more aggressive than I planned, causing bruises up and down his body, and when I finished with my first jug, I went to go to the other jug, which game him enough time to try to get up, but I pushed him back down, accidentally knocking his head on the edge of his bed, causing a notable blood stain, and he broke his neck...
I knew I couldn’t lead too much evidence behind, so I emptied the jug, put it back in my shed, and started carrying Garret to the attic, careful to minimize staining in the hallway.
Then I did the biggest most blatant statement of irony ever, and stitched his mouth shut. A message to you all that if you talk too much, you better back it up in your theories... or you’ll be next.
