Have you figured it out yet? Has anyone?

Perhaps someone will go back and read through these emails and think it was obviously clear, and maybe not.

Did I leave enough clues? ...Did anyone else get hurt? Less importantly, did I get out of this with my sanity?

The new guy in town. The one that's nice to everyone, friendly, kind? He has a twin brother. They look exactly alike. They dress alike, act alike. But their minds are where they differ.

The one that everyone is this town has seen was the friendly brother. He's usually the one that's kept inside, taking care of the house, hidden from public and from everyone. The other one, he's the killer. The murderer.

He's as stealthy as a cat, and knows how to leave little clues. He moves from town to town, usually not staying long enough for anyone to know his name or who he is. He picks his targets out randomly, and carries out his...disturbing and disgusting fantasies with them. Then he kills them. Along with anyone who might be close to learning the truth.

The truth which I stumbled upon without any idea what I was getting into. Honestly, I'm not quite sure how I figured out what no one else had while I was trying to pull a prank. I can't even remember what my original plans were.

I saw them together. In their house. I saw a knife with something crusted over the blade another night. And a picture of his last victim on another night. He keeps a scrapbook of them. Polaroid’s of the people he kills. Before and after pictures.

He saw me, once. When I had seen the two of them together again. The friendly one came out and talked to me. I said I was going to go to the police. He told me that was a bad idea. If I did, everyone I loved would be hurt. But if I didn't, they might leave me alone. But I knew they wouldn't. Which is why I wrote the letters.

In the basement is the scrapbook. I think the knives and everything else are in the attic.

And now you know

The question is, did anyone figure it out in time to save me?