I was sitting in a chair, reading a book. There were some whispers of who killed those people, but I wasn't worried. I wasn't the killer, after all. Why worry?
I glanced up from my book, and I noticed something strange. Many of the whispers and glares were directed at my chair. My chair was innocent, but just to be safe, I moved stood up and moved to a new location. To my surprise, the eyes followed me. No, not me. My book. They must have been eyeing my book. I put it down and slowly backed away from everyone. They glared at me. There was nothing to try to deny it now, they were looking at me. They blamed me.
"Look, guys, I didn't do anything!" I tried to explain, but their mind was evidently made up. They moved closer to me, and I threw my hands up, "You have to believe me, the killer is still out there! Use your reason!" Some of them looked like they believed me for a moment, but all in all, I guess you can't beat mob-mentality.
I sighed, "Alright...If there's no changing your mind, I can't take all of you on. Even if the killer is still out there, I guess I can't blame you for randomly guessing then pointing the finger. Just...Make it quick, please?"
ThePoodonkis died that night. Not victim to the killer, but to paranoia and fear. He died without blame in his heart. He wishes you all the best, and may you all return to your homes safely.