Wilberforce was a member of the Neovian Neighbourhood Watch. He became increasingly obsessed with the activities of Lanie and Lillie, and it is possible when they rose from the grave they killed him in retaliation.
Those Rotten twins have been a blight on this neighbourhood since they were born. Their mother won't do a thing to reprimand them, so I suppose it is up to me to document their heinous actions in the hopes of compiling enough evidence that the sheriff will actually do something about them for once. This will be one of many reports, I am sure. Lanie and Lillie have somehow obtained many of the local children's favourite toys and strung them up among the trees in the park. I caught them laughing and dancing as the other kids tried climbing the trees to retrieve them. When pressed as to why they did this, all they said was they were the decorations for the party. What horrible children, indeed.
The Rotten twins have really outdone themselves. They noticed me watching them from my house and actually approached me directly, then threatened me! They said I should be their babysitter if I wanted to watch them so badly, and they could show me why the last one had disappeared! They then skipped away, singing about how babysitters make the perfect cakes for their parties... It was, of course, vague enough that if I reported it, nothing would happen! Now that their mother is busy with the littlest Rotten, I fear what new horrors they will get up to. Not like she would have been much help to begin with. I can only hope that new boy of hers doesn't grow up to be as horrible as his sisters.
For the past few weeks, I have started noticing a pattern. The Rotten twins have been helping their mother with her flower beds in front of the house, and since then, their hydrangea bushes have grown rapidly. Alongside this new occurrence, there has also been a steady stream of new missing petpet posters appearing throughout the neighbourhood. What really turned my stomach was hearing them say how lovely the flowers would be for a party. Their brother at least appeared as disturbed as me. He's just a baby, so I may be projecting. What I'm most worried about is that next week is their birthday. I'm afraid of what they are going to do...
I don't know why I'm writing this one... The police already know, but I...I still can't believe what happened. Their obsession with parties was always strange, and I figured their birthday party would be morbid, but I never could have guessed that they had planned something like this. I can still hear that wretched music as they sang... I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. They're gone, and they aren't coming back. The whole family was indeed rotten to the core. Good riddance.
This can't be happening! I hear it again...I hear them! Singing and laughing all around my house! It started out of the blue a few weeks ago, but no one believes me! But I saw them this time! They were at my window, smiling and staring. They wanted in... they wanted me! I have to get out of
Wilberforce seemingly died on the 11th Day of Sleeping, Y15 (Buzz Day).
