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 Gruesome Mystery I think that the best beginning for a mystery would be……. It was pitch black. I knew I had to get out of there. There was only one way in and out. I kept hearing strange noises. No doubt they were trying to torture me out of my mind. I had been a day since I had gone into this dreadful cottage. On the outside, a friendly looking vacation home made out of ginger bread and candy. Now, a damp dark prison in which I was now being held. I had to get out of here. I was slowly going insane. I knew that there was a witch outside my cellar. I could hear my brother scream as her wicked hands enveloped him. I kept trying to remember how I got here, but with the fear that I would meet my brother’s same fate, it wasn’t so easy. I couldn’t really tell if my brother’s life was ended or not, but I had to get out of here. It was a while until I heard an eerie voice break the silence. The witch! She sang a dreadful little tune to herself, The stove is hot and as is the pot, The girl is fat and the stew is tasty, She is the final ingredient, I will add her to the stew, Then I shall dine upon her flesh. Article posted November 10, 2011 at 08:04 PM • comment • Reads 1035 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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