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I Emily Brent had been lethally injected, leading me to my death. I feel I have been in connection with god sence day one, I don’t know why he would pick me to be the one who shall die next. This game is over for me, no more sick tricks or pranks, close to the end I got sick of seeing death, but yet I felt it looming around me for the past day. At the end it will all come to a conclusion that there was a sick killer on the island with us and that soon one day he shall be taken into custody.

For the past week my fellow house mates have been disappearing or discovered dead. I now always carry my bible in hand, I read verses of this bible when I believe it is needed. The Indian statues scare me. Every time a roommate has gone missing so does another Indian statue. Every death is like the 10 little Indians poem. Everyday I bare to get out of bed to see who is next contestant. I feel this is turning into a sick game. And soon I will be next.

I am Emily Brent, I grew up in a proper, steady, religious, and loving home. I greatfully believe in god and all of his arts. I went to church every sunday, and went to an all girls private school. My girlfriends moved on and grew up. I became the owner of my parents palace when they became deceased. I have no kids or a husband. I like living alone with my servants and keeping the place to myself, on exeption some of my old girlfriends come over to talk over the old good times. I enjoy talking about my life over a cup of tea.