Sarah couldn't believe what she was hearing. The town council, the very people who were supposed to be looking out for the town, were the ones responsible for the strange occurrences.
"How do you know it's them?" she asked James.
"I've been doing some digging," he said. "And I've found some evidence that points to them. They've been covering up the history of the town for years, and I think they're behind the murders too."
Sarah didn't know what to do. She wanted to believe James, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story.
"We need proof," she said finally. "We can't just accuse them without evidence."
"I know," James said. "And that's why I have a plan."
He explained his plan to Sarah, and she agreed to help him.
The next day, they put their plan into action. They went to the town hall and asked to speak to the council members. They were granted an audience and were led to a large conference room.
The council members were sitting at a long table at the front of the room. They all looked up as Sarah and James entered.
"What can we do for you?" one of the council members asked.
"We have some questions about the history of the town," James said. "We've been doing some research, and we've found some discrepancies in the records."
The council members exchanged looks. "What kind of discrepancies?" another council member asked.
"Well, for one thing, there's no mention of the murders that have happened in the town over the years," James said. "And we've also found evidence that suggests that you've been covering up the true history of the town."
The council members looked uncomfortable. "We assure you that we have done nothing wrong," one of them said. "The records are accurate."
"But we have proof," Sarah said. "We've found old newspaper clippings and documents that suggest otherwise. And we know that you've been hiding something."
The council members were silent for a moment. Then one of them spoke up.
"You don't know what you're getting into," he said. "There are things in this town that are better left alone."
"We want to know the truth," James said. "And we're not going to stop until we find it."
The council members looked at each other, then nodded.
"Very well," one of them said. "We'll show you the records."
They led Sarah and James to a room in the basement of the town hall. The room was filled with filing cabinets and boxes.
"Here are the records," the council member said. "Go ahead and look through them."
Sarah and James began to search through the records. They found old documents and newspaper clippings, but they couldn't find anything that directly pointed to the council's involvement in the strange occurrences.
Suddenly, Sarah heard a noise behind her. She turned around and saw one of the council members reaching for a box on the top shelf.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
The council member looked up, startled. "Nothing," he said. "Just looking for a file."
But Sarah knew that he was lying. She walked over to the shelf and reached for the box. As she did, she saw something glinting in the light.
It was a small silver key. She picked it up and looked at it.
"What's this for?" she asked.
The council member looked nervous. "That's...that's nothing," he said.
But Sarah knew better. She had a feeling that the key was important. She slipped it into her pocket and continued to search through the records.
Finally, after hours of searching, they found a document that seemed