|The year was 1734 and it was halloween night. The fires blazed within the warm stone fireplace, causing a orange glow throughout the dark library. As I sat there in my plush chair, facing the fire and staring at the pages of the book in my hand, I raised the glass of red wine to my lips...
crack... crack... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Choking on the wine, I spit it out all over the hardwood flooring and jumped out of my chair. Looking around the room, there was many dark areas where the fire didn't glow. I stood there, holding the book like it was the bible to my chest tightly and decided to venture into the darkness. Upon reaching the closed door that lead out to the hallway, I stopped. My breathing was labored, I was scared, what could have made that noise?
Uuuuuuuugh..... crack... crack.. *the sound of a hacksaw cutting into something* crack...
My body started to shake, whatever the noise was, it was coming from the otherside of this door. With a shaking hand, I reached out and grabbed the door latch and slowly pulled the latch down, causing the door to creek as it began to open. Darkness was the only thing I saw for a moment until the door opened further, showing the lit candle holders down the hallway. I glupped and took a step into the hallway and looked to the left..
I screamed as there sat my mother, hacksaw in hand, cutting into the body of our maid Julianna. Julianna's bloodied flesh hanging from my mothers mouth, along with a black slime coming from her lips. My mother looked up at me, pushing herself up to stand as her once lovely dress was now covered in blood and chunks of meat. I turned to run, but she leaped onto my back, causing me to fall to the floor.. Not even people outside could have heard my gurgled screams as my own mother.. sawed into my throat.
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