Murder at the Mansion

Sabrina, a woman in her twenties in a red dress and slippers, sat at the kitchen table in her lavished mansion filled with stairs and books everywhere. She picked out a Frankenstein by Mary Shelly from the shelf in her office. and read from it until she heard a noise upstairs. She wandered up the stairs to the second floor and found the hall a mess. I didn’t do this, then who did? She thought. She picked up her household items, the candelabra, and the broken and shattered lamp up off the floor. She snatched a broom from the closet and swept up the mess.

The ghost appeared before her as she cleaned, but she didn’t it. She was too busy to notice.

“I’m here to kill ya and everyone ya love!” The ghoul shouted.

She ran to her bedroom and locked the door, but the ghost faded through the wall. Her face turned white as the ghost that appeared before her. Breath heavy and hysterical, she shook in fear, her hands quivered, and her toes curled. An odd headache formed in her nerves behind the layers of skin in her forehead. The ghoul controlled her mind.

The ghost solidified into a demon and crept into her bed. “I’m going to kill ya!”

Her breathing became heavier and heavier until she coughed up blood as the demon made her.

Finally, the demon opened a teleportation portal and pulled out a knife from the kitchen. He stabbed her in the chest, removed her heart, and ate it. Sabrina died in an instant from the removal of her heart.

The demon returned to the underworld where he belonged. The demon would return for his next victim. His ever-hunger needed to be satisfied.