Everyone wanted to stick together, to be safe, but all knew nothing would get done if they didn't split up. They all went in small groups and, without realizing it, eventually ventured away from each other and were each alone. For an hour they searched and grew hopeful that there would be no more deaths. An hour, no screams, no thuds, no broken bones. Absolute silence as everyone grew hopeful they would live.
Then the Cook screamed.
Everyone ran to where the sound had come from. In a bedroom in front of a closet was the Cook, weeping. In front of her, having fallen out of the open closet, was the Peasant with a bloodied, slit throat.
"Why is this happening to us!" the Cook screamed in tears. "I opened the closet and there was the poor girl, dead! Who could be so cruel!" The Doctor went to comfort her, but she pushed him away. "Don't touch me! I don't trust any of you!" Everyone stood there, having the same thoughts as the Cook. One, however, had a murderous thought.
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Murder Mystery
Short StoryThis was a simple short story I did on Instagram to prevent writer's block. A lot of people seemed to like it and told me to post it somewhere where more people could see it, so here I am! Enjoy~ 14 people, one note- A note that changes everything...
