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The Bloodbath in the Hallway
It was a very cloudy day. On that cloudy day. A mob came with pitchforks, torches, and were walking towards the mayor’s house. All the men, women, and children were starving and freezing from the bitter cold. The people from town square, busting on the mayor’s door with their strength. Yelling and screaming words with almighty, “ wicked man! Rather see you rot into a corpse!” The door weakens and it opens quick as lightning. Men rushing in the halls. They’ve slowed down from running, their curious, wondrous eyes saw the unthinkable horror. “ oh my word!” The men’s faces became disgusted. “ what’s with all the bloodshed on the walls”, Mr. Walsh said abruptly. Blood was dripping down the walls, till it hits the floor and furniture. The mayor’s portrait was shriveled by the claw marks, till the people couldn’t see his painted face. It looked like the mayor’s office was untouched from the outside of the door, compared to the drop dead bloody hall. Forest Frost; the doctor of the town opens the mayor’s office door, and lets the mob walk in.
Mayor Tyckson’s chair is facing the big window that’s behind his desk. Mr. Walsh is the town clerk whose loyal to anyone, unless if it’s his enemies. Miss Lillian is the town’s best school teacher. She does fundraisers in other cities to earn money for the poor. Miss Lillian and Mr. Walsh felt a weird presence in the office. Mr. Walsh walks to the mayor’s chair. Meanwhile, he faces mayor Tyckson…. He gags and tries to hold for a clean breath. Miss Lillian asks “ what is it.. his pet dog smelling like a trash can?” She acts petrified. He looks up, and his face is pale like snow. Mr. Walsh didn’t feel like moving the chair, but he moved it to show them all. “ He’s dead.” The mob people gasped, and then cheered quietly, because he was the worst man. Mayor Tyckson didn’t care for the town. He wouldn’t let the bank give the people their hardworking earned money. A complete narcissist.
Dr. Frost told everyone to leave the office, now that it’s a crime scene. One of the mob people came home, and is ready for supper that’s edible. Florence King took her husband’s coat off and said, “ well did everyone try to lash out on the mayor today?” Noah king answered “ yes, let’s just eat dinner dear.” Mrs. King knows him too well. “Okay, there’s something you’re not telling me.” He stops stirring his potato stew with the spoon. “ we all know that the mayor is selfish and wicked, but I’m in shock from what I saw dear.” Their little three year old son crawled down the stairs, and begins to ball. Mrs. King gets distracted, she gets out of her chair, and carries her son upstairs. Noah follows his wife upstairs.
She puts him in his little crib and gives a toy that calms her son. Closes the door. They walk to their room, they sit on the bed. “ Mayor Tyckson is dead, it looks like it happened recent”. She paused, she gave him that “ are you serious” look. He nods yes. “ i can’t tell if thats good or bad news”, she says. The night was getting late till midnight, so they went to bed, because everyone needs to rest their minds.
