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He knew that virtually all of the Mafia scum and some of the out-of-town maniacs preferred to work in night's mask of darkness, so sure that their deeds would be unseen by the sleeping citizens of Salem. Fortunately for the hapless townies, the Lookout works the graveyard shift night after night, repeatedly attempting to catch them red-handed. A former night watchman, he decided that the best way to keep an eye on the criminals of Salem was to beat them at their own game, so he slips seamlessly into the environment, keeping a watchful eye on his slumbering neighbors for any unexpected visitors, all while keeping attention to himself as low as possible. And tonight, his diligence paid off: the next day, his target is found dead in the town square, the town beauty cruelly stabbed to death by the Serial Killer at large. Just as the town erupts into chaos as suspicion falls onto the Escort's last client, the Lookout silences them all before putting out his findings. With his leads, town moves to lynch the Escort's lone visitor despite denouncing the Lookout and vainly trying to defend himself. And as he draws his last breath, a bloodied dagger wrapped in a parchment fall out, defending his actions in a way only a psycho could. The Town breathes a collective sigh of relief, and the Lookout feels elated for just a moment before he slips back into his usual focused demeanor, and into the shadows. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Juuhazan)

The Lookout stands by the wall of the recently revealed Mayor's house, holding a cup to his ear. It may be silly looking, but it's effective. Listening carefully, he hears talking. Not the sound of a fight, but it could still be suspicious. The door creaks open, and the young man flattens himself against the wall of the house, almost invisible. A young woman walks out, smiling. He recognizes her as the woman who claimed to be the Medium just that morning. What could the Medium be doing with the Mayor? She must have been lying.

The next morning, the Lookout shares his findings. The Mayor says nothing, and quickly votes against her. The rest of the town votes against the so-called Medium as well, and all vote guilty. She yells at the town, fist claiming the Lookout is maf, then claiming to be the Jester. The Lookout grins, proud of himself, as the woman is revealed to be the Blackmailer. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Aliria)

The Lookout takes another sip of his coffee, he grows dreary. He knows he must not fall asleep, he must keep watch over the Mayor's house, to spy any unwanted visitors. Just as he thinks "No one is going to come", he sees a fleeting shadow from the corner of his eye. He perks his head up and scans around, suddenly revived. When he cannot find the person again, he grows worried. When he hears the scream, he grows panicked. Just then, he spies a female figure, wrapped in a black cloak, slink out of the now-open front door, and creep away, through the bushes and undergrowth. He knows that face, and is stricken with sadness when he realizes is belongs to Mary, his sister. He lays his face in his hands and cries, then stops, knowing he must turn her in. (credit to Cameron Barry)

The Lookout knows who comes in and who comes out. She follows a suspicious man and sees what happens. The Lookout equipped with binoculars, a notebook, and a lot of pens. She looks at who visits the suspicious one. Two people visit. One is a gal who looks like an Escort, the other is the Investigator. The Investigator leaves before the suspicious man comes back. The Escort was not so lucky when the man picked up a knife... and slashed the Escort down. The lookout realized what happened after the escort dies. At morning she told the mayor about the horrible crime. No one except the invest followed, until she finally convinced the mayor and saved the town from a knife in the head. (credit to tiffanyclarke123)

A van rolls to a stop outside the house in question and the Lookout begins his work. Tapping into street cameras and phone calls, he never loses sight of his target. A master of surveillance, the Lookout uses the latest in technology to observe his chosen target. All clandestine meetings are recorded and co-conspirators are documented, making it impossible for the target to even sneeze without the Lookout knowing. He occasionally does work for the Spy and Investigator, but his true motivation is the currency that keeps his van gassed, his computers running, and his favorite past time alive: people-watching. (credit to Ace2369)

She lurked in the shadows of Salem, camping at the bushes far from the house, but close enough to see. If you looked carefully, you might catch a glimpse of her binoculars shining in the bushes, but only just. For the lookout takes caution in making sure that she stays undetected. It's her only job in this cursed town: to keep the residents safe. And although she may guard the wrong townie, tonight she got lucky. Wary as ever, she spotted 2 men enter the house she swore to guard that night. Two flashes, and then silence. It's amazing how quickly the murders are over. She made sure she saw them for who they were, so she crept out of the bushes, taking cover behind the trees to get a closer look. She was sure she identified them, not for their roles, but for who they were.

The next morning, the town's doctor laid dead, shot twice by the Mafia. While the town started talking to each other, panicking as some provided evidence while some tried to divert attention to others, she calmly stated that she saw the two perpetrators enter his house last night. While they tried to cover themselves up, one saying they were the Sheriff or something similar, the town just kept glaring at them. While the Lookout's claims were dubious, they were the best shot they had. That morning, one man was hanged and the other was reserved for the Vigilante's bullet.

She lurks in the shadows of Salem, camping at the bushes far from the house, but close enough to see. If you looked carefully, you might catch a glimpse of her binoculars shining in the bushes, but only just.

The Mafia sure didn't. (credit to VeneraSurvivalGuid101)

The Lookout quickly made his way to the Investigator's house. The Investigator had called out the Godfather earlier that day, and with the Jailor and Doctor dead, he was in a lot of trouble. He clambered his way up the Investigator's house and crawled along the roof, until he was over the front door, looking down. He was betting someone was going to try and finish off the Investigator tonight for sure, and so he lay down to hide himself as best as he could in the dark of the night, and waited. He waited five minutes. He waited ten minutes. He waited fifteen minutes. He waited twenty minutes. His eyes never left the front door, not even for a split second. After about an hour or two, there was a rustling noise behind the house, and it did not go unnoticed by the Lookout. Carefully, he maneuvered his way across the roof to the back of the house and watched. A shadowy figure emerged from the undergrowth and disappeared through the back door of the Investigator's house. He only saw him for a split second, but he knew from the shape of their head just who that person was. He had called himself the Medium earlier that day. There was a gunshot and a cry of pain. The Investigator had been shot, and the intruder quickly zipped out the back of the house. Less than five minutes later, another figure approached the back. The Lookout knew this person as well, from his height or lack thereof. He had called himself the Sheriff and had a large, tall hat to compensate for his small stature. A minute later, there was a strangled cry from the house and this figure too disappeared. The Lookout hurriedly wrote down who had visited the Investigator on this night and kept waiting, but nobody else came. The next morning, the Investigator was found dead with both a bullet wound and a stab wound. Both mafia and Serial Killer had taken a turn on him. The Lookout quickly consulted his notes to check the names of both people and then exclaimed his findings to the town. The Serial Killer was lynched that day, while the Mafioso was shot dead by the Vigilante, both killed thanks to the Lookout's dedication to watching the Investigator's house all night. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The man had always been told that he had sharp eyes. Eagle eyes. Maybe he was born with them, maybe not, but he knew he had to use them to help the town. He threw on a jacket and climbed up to the roof of his house. His eyes locked on the investigator’s house. The Investigator had almost been lynched the previous day. In a panic, he'd verified himself as Investigator using his findings as evidence to save his own skin, while at the same time painting a huge target on his back for the Mafia. The Lookout pulled out his pad of paper, watching. Watching. Sure enough, the Lookout saw two people slide silently into the investigator’s house, people he recognized.

His blood ran cold. One of the men was his next-door neighbor. The Lookout would recognize him anywhere! He shuddered, a chill running down his spine that had nothing to do with the frigid night air, but returned to his job; he had work to do. He recognized the other man, too. He lived four houses down. Now he carried a bucket and a long-handled mop. The door shut, and a gunshot rang through Salem, blood splattered the window. The Lookout bowed his head, allowing himself a second to grieve for his friend and colleague, before raising his head and continuing to stare at the house. The windows were wiped clean and the two departed. He scribbled the names of the Investigator’s fatal visitors on his pad of paper and flipped to the next page, ready for the next night keeping watch. The Lookout’s watch was finished, and dawn was breaking. He climbed back down the ladder, recording his findings in his will, just in case the unthinkable happened, and grimly waited for the sun to rise. He felt he should have done more, but would make do with lynching the mafia scum that murdered his friend, and keeping constant vigil over the town of Salem. (Credit to HookshotHotshot)

The Spy had overheard a conversation between two men, one who was the confirmed Survivor, thanks to the Consigliere's foolishness, and the other who claimed Bodyguard but suspected to be the Arsonist. The suspect Arsonist had told the Survivor of the plot to douse a certain person, however, the Spy had overheard and told the Lookout, as well as the victim in question. As the day ended, the Lookout decided to watch the victim in hopes of catching the Arsonist.

That night, the Lookout stealthily crept to his target's home, hiding in a bush. He carried nothing but a pair of binoculars and a notepad. Once he got there, he saw someone with a machine gun creep in. That man must be the Mafioso, as the Jailor was jailing the suspect Godfather. A gunshot then rang out. More people came to visit the man in question, carrying various items. More gunshots. He counted them. One, two, three... Eleven people in total came to visit his target. Then he saw his target peer out a window and look at him. With a shotgun barrel pointing at him. That, and a flash was the last thing the Lookout saw in his life.

The next day, the Lookout's spirit saw thirteen dead bodies on the ground. One was himself, one was the Arsonist, and one was the Godfather. The rest he did not recognise. The Mayor then asked the man who went on the killing spree who he was, and he replied "I am the Veteran." The Lookout then realised: he had been watching a heartless, paranoid war hero who could kill dozens, then calmly announce the event the next day. He had died needlessly. However, the evildoers had been driven out of town.(Credit to Cptrockets30)