Note 2

Villa Fresh...what kind of odd name is that?, you wonder...

The build up of dust and cobwebs suggest it seems to have been abandoned for a while now.

A diary near the bed reads...


Entry 230, 11 March 1958.

The old man living in the black house up on the hill keeps snooping around the docks at night...

At least I think it's him...

Tomorrow I'm going to go have a word, it's bad enough that he keeps me awake, let alone steals my fish.