Ohhh, that did it. The hostess of the evening had the pseudo waitress's attention with the story and challenge. Why did it have to be spooky stories? She had a soft spot for those, as well as scaring the pants off people. It was just so much fun. Maybe she could...
She shook her head. No, banish the thought of it. She didn't want people to notice her. Going up in front of everybody would be doing exactly the opposite of it... plus with the murder and her wielding a sword, that might not go over very well... people might start pointing fingers at her... and the fact she was acting like a maid made that all the worse! Damned that brash decision.
She continued to wander around the guests, despite her self given berates, she couldn't help but think of a scary enough story to tell. What would be scary... the setting of this party gone wrong was already like a story... maybe that was it? But how to make it truly creepy... get under people's skin...
ERGH!
Settign the tray down with almost some force, causing a few patrons nearby to jump in surprise, the waitress made for the stage and ascended the steps to stand before the room. Brash decisons having won out again.
You are wearing a mask, you are partially in your element. You are not you to them, but an unknown. One amoungst many. Right, here goes.
She took a breath, and began to recite, a glint of maliciousness merriment in her half smile.
"It was a grand celebration
I knew not when
Of merriment and jubilation
That began past ten
It was a quaint old manor
With doom beneath its banner
Repaired anew for the few
They knew not the evil that it drew
A masquerade! What a delight!
A crack, a flicker, now there was plight.
There was suddenly no more light.
A scream! A thump! Was there a fight?
The lights came back on
One of them was gone.
Who, who? Who has gone?
They asked around
You? Was it you? your face is drawn
Accusations abound
Here, here! The missing found
But alas she was on the ground
What happened? Is she asleep?
It must have been deep
They gave her a nudge
She wouldn’t budge
Her founders swore
tragedy!
She was no more
The humanity!
A blooming of red on her breast
Showed she was in eternal rest
Flicker, flash! Another clash!
Lights were out as fast as a lash
Another scream, now a crash?
Was there a murderer ever so brash?
Was there another to lay under the grass?
Once more the lights flickered on
Was another one of them gone?
A sign, a struggle!
What was the tussle?
Was this encounter a bit more humble?
The horror! A man was dead!
Alas, he was without his head!
His body rested on the table
Head rolling, how dreadful
Surely this murder was mental!
Or at the least very vengeful
The lights died down once more
The night destined to become grisly lore
Raked through them, trepidation
Who was next for their final destination?"
Once finished, she just stood there for some moments, gave a short bow of her head and quietly excused herself from the stage.