Murder in the Night!

Imagine 30 people in a pitch dark 120 year old hotel, all of whom are potential murderers trying to slit your throat! With the rain pouring down and lightning all around you sit behind a chair and watch as your close friend is jammed against the door to the balcony, the murderer running away before you can see their face. Then you yell "Murder in the Night!" and reality is restored. All suspects and victims return to the lobby for a vote to determine who was the murderer, but a vote does nothing but convict the innocent when no-one was able to get a glips of the murderer's face. So there I was, round after round, surviving in a hotel full of blood thirsty staffers. To pass the time I scared dozens, hidding in the corners and then screaming, slamming doors, or laughing eerily. But in the end I too was taken prey by the murderer, not through death itself but through the vote. I was convicted by the few remaining peers who had not had their throats slit, and while I had seen and nominated another to be convicted I took the fatal vote. To this I place all vengence, for it was Jen Honken who was in fact the murderer, and whilst I declared the truth I was utterly ignored. So for you Jen Honken, beware. The rath of my furry is upon your head, and I will not be satisfied until my pain has been successfully overwritten by the gift of cookies or some other peace offering of equal valor. For you my friend, the end may be near. The ball is in your court now Jen Honken, make your next move wisely.