"Sheriff," Scully began, turning to face him, "Where did you find the bodies?"

Sheriff Tyler looked up from the floor, "What? Oh, the bodies, right. Uh, they were laying in front of the furniture when the cleaning lady came in early this mornin'. She's still shook up from it."

"Thank you."

As the sheriff turned from the doorway, Scully approached her partner.

"Mulder, I think this was done by some kind of copy-cat or novice."

Mulder, still perplexed over the configuration before him simply nodded. "Uh huh?"

Scully stared at him. "I've seen cases where victims were placed within the pentagram as to be aligned with the symbol that completes their sacrifice, but never outside of it."

Mulder motioned with his hands, trying to piece together how the furniture came together so tightly as Scully continued.

"The stacking of the chairs and such shows that the killer is some kind of obsessive neat freak or a person of great intellect with a wandering mind."

Mulder put his hand under his chin and absently nodded.

Scully gazed down at the floor. "I've also concluded that the Kennedy assassination had nothing to do with a magic bullet, but simply a time traveling blank thrown from a Secret Service agent."

Mulder's eyes widened as he turned to her, "Y'know, that's not a b..."

"Shut up."

The agents had exited the crime scene and approached Sheriff Tyler who was downstairs with another officer.

"Agents Mulder and Scully, I'd like you to meet Deputy Tim Sorenson." The sheriff said.

They each shook hands, ending with Mulder asking, "Sheriff, does anyone in the area seem to strike you as a suspect?"

Tyler and Sorenson looked at each other, smiles breaking across each others faces.

"Is something funny?" Scully asked.

"I'm sorry." Sorenson said, "But there is one person who does seem like he would do this." He fought back a laugh.

"And that person is?" Mulder asked.

"That would be Green Thomas."

Scully raised an eyebrow. "Green...Thomas?"

Sorenson smiled again, "You see, everybody says he's got like, powers and stuff, but a lot of people say he's this simple weirdo."

Sheriff Tyler laughed, "Tell that to Micheal Eddows." They both broke out into fits of laughter, and Scully cleared her throat.

Sorenson wiped his eyes, "Look, Green Thomas is pretty odd, but people don't mess with him. If you do go see him, don't bring up Micheal Eddows."

Mulder sighed, "Well, where do we meet this Green Thomas?

1:37 P.M.

Residence of Green Thomas

525 Frost Field Grove

"That road did hell to the tires." Mulder said as he got out of the car, his feet crunching on the gravel road. He and Scully had parked at the end of Blackfield Lane where the sheriff had directed, a long backroad with nothing but woods on either side. As they walked down the remaining bit of road, they spotted a two story wooden house near the end. From a distance they could tell it was old, with paint almost gone, leaving just small peelings. They could see the top of a barn in the backyard.

Mulder broke the silence. "What kind of a first name is Green?"

Scully smiled, "What kind of a first name is Fox?"

"From what I've been told, a very sexy one."

She rolled her eyes as he grinned, the two reaching the front porch. Scully reached out and knocked, the door jerking open almost immediately as she pulled back her fist. A stout young man with short black hair appeared. He was wearing a tan shirt and jeans.

"Can I help you?"

Mulder and Scully removed their badges, showing them to the boy, "Agents Mulder and Scully with the F.B.I., is Green Thomas home?"

The boy smiled, pressing his shoulder against the door, "Speaking."

"We were told by Sheriff Tyler that you might know something about the incident at the library today?"

Green smiled. "What exactly did he tell you?"

Scully looked at her partner "He told us that you had somewhat of a knowledge in ritualistic sacrifices and possible satanic practices."

"Really?"

Mulder nodded, "In a nutshell."

Green opened the door wider, allowing the agents inside. They entered the front room of the Thomas home, which was decorated in pictures of family members and a teak bookshelf lined with horror novels from past and present. Green scooped a small cup off the sidetable near the connecting door.

"Are your parents home...Green?" Scully asked, hesitating on pronoucing his name.

"No. They died a few years ago." He sipped from the cup.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Mulder said. "Aren't you afraid of living all the way out here by yourself?"

Green shifted the cup between his hands. "You obviously don't know who I am."