We left the house today to go food shopping.
When we got back, our porch window was smashed in. Our TV, our computer, and all of our house phones were wrecked. Two things were stolen. Nothing else.
My camera and my brother's flute case were gone. So was every clue the Howler had given me.
All that was left was a word on my wall.
We're in a hotel for the next two nights, because nobody will fix the window until Monday. I'm on my dad's laptop right now. The police barely looked at the house before saying it was a random robbery. Bullshit. This was the Howler, messing with me.
I'll try to keep you updated, but I don't know how much I can use my dad's computer.