It was a regular morning in the small town of Hawk’s Creek.

Students were going to schools, and parents were leaving to their jobs. Miss McBroom was busy cleaning in front of the bakery while her big, old cat chased the mouses going out of the building one by one….

The young man who lived alone in the old mansion on the hill left his home, a beautiful bouquet in hand, as he did every friday.

« God knows why » people said.

In the high school’s gymnasium, Mister Hounderson was placing all the material necessary for him to give his lessons later on the day. Meanwhile the cleaning lady was wiping the ground of the second floor.

Mister and Madam De la Renoué were actively finalizing the last arrangements for this damned charity gala that had been keeping them occupied for weeks. Their butler, competent but quite overwhelmed, was traveling from left to right again and again, exaucing his master’s crazy wishes.

The most normal day, Indeed. So plain that it went extremely fast. Rapidly, the last rays of the sun gave their place to a magnicient full-moon.

The old baker smiled while looking at the night-sky, and decided to close her shop a little bit later than usual. « Isn’t it a beautiful night to get some provisions back ? She said to her cat, wich gave his mistres this mysterious gaze cats can have sometimes, when it’s slightly too dark to give a clear look at their eyes…

In the cemetary, the man with the flowers was keeping an eye on the sky as well. As soon as the light was gone, he started searching his weapon between the roses and lilies. Once he had the dagger in his hand, this undoubtedly weird heir entered the great and somptuous mausoleum overlooking the place.

The sport teacher was very pressed. As always, he left the building as soon as possible. But as always, it wasn’t soon enough. He went so vividly trough the woods that he didn’t notice his colleague, submerging herserlf into the lake near the forest…

Far from all this hustle, the De la Renoué and their faithful servant were finally seeing the end of their sufferings. Thankfully, the gala would indeed take place in seven days, as planned. 

Way too emotionnal of this victory, Nobody noticed the grandson of the couple, sneakily leaving the place, a very, very peculiar books buried under his arm….

Really, it was the most classical day in Hawk’s Creek.