The dead night

Adam crept around the crooked hallway and as every step passed, creaks vibrated against the cobwebbed pictures. Perched up high the wall were the past Kings and Queens framed with rusted iron. The stench of blood filled the air but Adam asked himself why. Shadows lurked in the room as multiple bodies fell down at the same moment. The screech of cars pulled up outside. That instant he heard the cars pull up, he turned, running towards the door. It creaked open and there he was, the criminal.

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