This is the first short story that I created in almost four years. In that time, my poetry has being outgrowing the amount of my stories. The real-time tale that inspired the story is quite amusing. Whereas the moment after that event, I began writing the first two pages. This story is unlike any other that I wrote. Since age ten I’ve been reading classical literature and I’ve decided to put this in an elder form of English, and I’m only seventeen. This story is my groundbreaking one, a horror/suspense short story, unlike any of my mystery ones. But truly, if anyone thinks of it, all genres are interconnected into mystery. I hope the reader enjoys, for as all that I’ve shown are amazed at how well it is written. It is copyrighted so no stealing. Even though that it may look REALLY long, it is only fourteen pages long. I also did the cover art which took me just about three hours to entirely. Comments are greatly taken.
The people who murdered them, a total of five in all, took advantage of that. Things terribly went wrong as then the clock chimed one. A shot of a revolver went off as there were then screams among the crowd as then the party came to a stand-still as then more shots rang out. The murderers had more then enough to kill everyone in attendance. I later found out that they were union soldiers who were undercover to get rid of the judge, and so they did.
James Miller ran inside the manor to get his rifle, he was shot in the leg as the buck shots tore his leg off. He fell as a rope was placed around his neck. He was dragged to the top of the grand staircase. The rope was slung over the banister as then James squirmed for his life, it didn’t matter, he was hung and burned, alive. They didn’t cut his fried corpse down. Judge Miller was beaten and shot to death, Susan and Elizabeth were both raped the slaves were killed just like James and everyone else was burned alive when a whole slew of oil was poured among the front ground whilst everyone else was distracted by the party.
It was all over in less then ten minutes, minus the extra hour of people dying from the flames on the front. The union soldiers walked away without remorse for they just went for an undercover job and murdered just about one-hundred and five people without a second thought. Years went by and rumors began to spread as the house began to age. As the years passed, the more of a shadow of dread, engulfed the lovely manor. As for me and my company, all the other rumors that we quietly knew of were roaming corpses, both of skeletal or transparent form, or a ghost.
Yet, this is where you may stop me for this is what I still have nightmares of. If you do not heath my warning…..well…..don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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