The end is near...

This morning everyone overslept because Mr. Rogers did not wake us up. This is because he was killed cutting wood for breakfast. We feel like the killings are being carried out according to the nursery rhyme. It also has been notified that with every death one of the Indian figures on the dining room table has disappeared.

After breakfast Emily was acting weird and stayed at the table. We found her there later, dead. She was injected with poison in the neck. After this I suggested that we should search the island to try and find any items that could be used as weapons and lock them away to help ensure that no one else dies.

Vera went downstairs to take a bath and cried out; Blore, Armstrong and Lombard went downstairs after her hoping to find the killer. They’ve been down there for a while talking to Vera, I believe she was just startled and Armstrong, Blore and Lombard are calming her down. Being upstairs by myself is beginning to worry me. I hope that they come upstairs soon because being by yourself on this island is not working out for everyone else that has tried it.

Its getting weird

Now that we are here on the island what I believe are murders are beginning to occur.  Marston choked on some whiskey and died. The whiskey was poisoned which leads me to believe someone poisoned him.  This morning Mrs. Rogers was found dead in her bed. It appears  she died in her sleep but it would be to coincidental for her to just die. I believed she was also poisoned. I recommended to the other guests at this time that we should leave on the motor boat immediately so no one else ends up dead.

The boat did not arrive as it should have this morning, probably because of the weather.  And this afternoon Dr. Armstrong has found General MacArthur dead. He was struck in the head and most likely died on the impact. The murders are happening quick and whoever is doing this is very good and is leaving no traces.

We decided to meet to discuss the situation. There's 7 of us left and I have came to the conclusion that the killer must be on the island due to the rapidity of the murders. I personally think that one of us, the guests, has to be the killer and I plan to propose this idea to the group when we meet. 

The meeting went well and we decided that my theory made the most sense.

Arriving at Indian Island

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As I sit in my first-class carriage I read my letter multiple times in anticipation of my arrival to Indian Island.

Dearest Lawrence . . . such years since I heard anything of you . . . must come to Indian Island . . . the most enchanting place . . . so much to talk over . . . old days . . . communion with Nature . . . bask in sunshine . . . 12:40 from Paddington . . . meet you at oakbridge . . . ever Constance Culmington.

 I haven't seen Constance since I last saw her 8 years ago in Italy and am very excited to catch up. I can see her as the type of person that would buy an island like Indian Island and surround herself with mystery.

The island is cut off from the mainland and is very difficult to access during storms. This scares me a little bit as I have just found out that I am going to be spending my time here with more people than just me and Constance. There are nine others all on the island for varrying reasons.