Homicidal Affairs

Prelude

There it was, the final piece to my puzzle. I would finally learn who murdered my beloved sister Florence. As I began to read the first entry, a voice spoke to me from the doorway.

"How can I say I'm surprised? Your sister was always prying into things she wasn't supposed to, and now here you are doing the same," he said.

Seeing him approach, I grabbed a lit candlestick and waved it in front of me as if it were a weapon. He laughed maniacally, "Do you think that's able to stop me, Sue?" The candle flies out of my hand and lands on the carpet floor, lighting it ablaze.

A wall of flames sparks between us and I take my chance to flee. Once again, I grab the candlestick and hurl it into his face. He screams in agony as I rush down the stairs and out of the front door. Guests turn and stare at me as I run with a journal in hand and a man pursuing me with third-degree burns on his face.

"Shit!" I curse to myself, realising I have no escape plan. That's when I noticed a young stable boy taking the horses to the barn. I push him aside and yell "I'm so sorry!" whilst mounting myself onto one of the horses.

"Oi!" the boy yells back as I disappear into the distant fog. I look back to see a silhouette of the manor, the stable boy and a horse now also pursuing me, with the man who wants me dead riding it.

Now I wonder, how did I get myself in such a situation when just weeks ago I was living comfortably with my family? And now, I am in England, riding a horse whilst wearing a wedding dress and a tight corset, whilst holding a journal that holds the only evidence of who murdered my sister and the murderer right behind me, marking me as his next victim.

A delightful experience, to say the least.