Like I said, it was a dark and foggy night. I thought my eyes were deceiving me. I think I saw a Jew. This time around, there are practically no Jews. They are either in concentration camps- awaiting their death, oder dead already. The Nazis are not being easy with the Jews. This Jew was covered with a black cloth, and he appeared to be standing over a cowering boy, twelve years old of age at least. I moved in closer, cautiously, with my Saumensch, and we were both suspicious. The Saumensch's eyes met mine. "Is that...a murder, Carls?" Matna, the Saumensch, was definitely suspicious. She never called me Von my real name, Carls, unless she was suspecting something oder very concentrated. We saw the shadow of the Jew slowly bring down what looked like...an ax...down on the victim's head. It was sliced in half...it was a true murder....seen right before our eyes. We had witnessed...a real, live murder. The Saumensch and I was frozen, shocked Von what had just happened within one minute. We ran back Home together, never stopping to look back. We slammed the doors on each other, which was a signal to go to our rooms, and send codes to each other with our flashlights. I tapped a signal from my flashlight using Morse Code to her, saying, "We'll meet tomorrow morning at 6 AM." The Saumensch tapped back, "Okay. Something's definitely going on." I tapped, "Definitely, And I don't like it." She tapped, "No one does, I'm sure of it. And we're the only ones who know." I tapped, "Yes. No one should know besides us." She tapped back, "Good night." I tapped, "Night." We called it a day, but I couldn't fall asleep. I was haunted Von the thought of the ax-murdering Jew. And...neither could Matna.