Blood on Roses

Blood on Roses
By Christianah

It was a dark, pitch black night. And everyone in the Henshingly Manor was fast asleep, well, almost everyone. A shadow flickered in the dim light, pausing at the end of the the long, thin corridor and checked his map he held before him. "Right, straight along this floor and the first on the right." He muttered before proceeding to the location he had carefully marked on his map. The beautifully made lock rattled quietly as the shadow picked and broke it, the door creaking slightly as it slowly swung open, to reveal a huge four-poster bed. The shadow swooped onto the the figure in the bed and quickly covered their nose and mouth with a flannel soaked in chloroform. After the drug had completed it's sinister work, the man picked up the poor victim and hurriedly proceeded down to the enourmous swimming gallery of the Manor. Placing the figure down, the murderous man made a small cut on the figures forearm, a placed a rose under it to catch the drops of blood that spilled from the cut, and threw the roses to the side before pulling one of the wall lamps firmly downwards, for a part of the marble wall to slide to the side. Without wasting any time, he heaved the ton of marble out of the hidden room and dragged it to the edge of the pool. Reaching inside his trenchcoat pocket, he pulled out a long, string piece of cloth and tied it around the victim's ankles and fastened it to the marble, before pushing it with all his might, before it fell with an ebourmous, but satisfying splash into the depths of the pool. Know that this was no time to celebrate, the shadow quickly retreated to his car, hidden behind the huge greenhouse, then drove off at top speed, happily smiling to himself that the whole plan had gone perfectly.
But he was wrong.

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A scream was the first thing Richard Henshingly woke up to the next morning, followed by a white faced wife throwing open the bedroom doors and flinging herself onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably onto her husband's shoulder. "Patricia my dear, what is it?" He said in alarm, suprised to see his usually very calm and refined wife in such a state.

THERE IS MORE! But I don't know whether this novella is good enugh to continue. So please review and tell me!

Christianah