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Macabre Story - The Vulture

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The Vulture The night was dark . Rain was falling in torrents against the cold cobble stones of Henderly Manor. Across the moor, a lone shadow , cut an eerie silhouette . Battling the whistling wind, in an immense black overcoat. He was a large, looming, ominous figure. A man whose size was evenly matched by his presence. He possessed cold eyes, transparent skin and a long nose which towered over his paper thin lips. Instinctively, he looked up the moment the house which he sought became visible over the horizon . His eyes narrowed resembling a bird of prey which has spotted its meal. Tom Marshall proceeded up the narrow steps to the imposing house . He knocked with his fist, ignoring the bell . ...read more.


He allowed himself the merest hint of a smile , barely visible . " You know , if someone were to come along and clonk me on the head they'd be right millionaires! " She added and cackled. Tom's smile grew behind her back, he could no longer contain himself , the mere thought of this act sent a shot of adrenaline rushing through his veins. She was digging her own grave. "And here's the Dining room ." She said, wandering into another magnificent room with Tom behind her ,casting a shadow over her fragile frame. The gleaming silver made Tom catch his breath with the excitement of the haul. He no longer masked intention, but allowed himself to bask in the light of what was about to be. ...read more.


. His fingers grasped the handle of the cleaver and raised it above his head with a single swing, and with a poisonous laugh ringing, he brought it plummeting down with all the might he could muster. The cleaver axed through her skull , smashing it open and stayed embedded in her brain. The woman collapsed to the floor with a sickening thud. Tom examined himself. He had showered in her blood . He noticed the mess on the floor. Her cup was smashed . Pity. He liked those cups, such a shame to spoil the set. He felt much calmer now and was glad it was over. . . . . He hated disagreements . He walked over to the sink, washed his hands, sat down at the table and sipped his tea. ?? ?? ?? ?? Ben Suleyman 8D ...read more.

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