The years had not been kind to Jack Winston. His face was scarred and wrinkled just like the rest of his body. If anyone asked Jack, and they rarely did, he would tell them he had once wrestled with a bear on a camping trip. Almost everyone seemed to accept this answer and not press further. The only person who had ever questioned his explanation of his injuries was his grandson Jack Winston the third he always thought it was a little to crazy to be true.
The truth would have been far more crazy, but unfortunately even Jack had forgotten it. Whenever he tried to recall how his body became so beaten up his mind would feel blank almost as if no memories were stored at all. Eventually Jack stopped caring and almost started to believe his own made up story. Untill one day Jack was found dead in his home. He had been murdered and written in his blood was the message,

“We Know”