The only warning for this is that it talks about killing (sort of). Nothing really gory.
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Darkness. It's all I can see as if I were walking around in a room with no windows and the lights off. The squeaking of mice and the dripping of water echo's throughout the room as if in a cave. The ropes dry and tight enough to be digging into the skin of my wrist to make them bleed. The floor was cold nor dry.
'How long have I been in here again? Maybe two or three hours possibly a few more than that. I've stopped keeping track after the first half hour. If I'm going to be honest I knew this was going to happen. When I first came here and had to land in the wrong place at the wrong time.'
Soon after a while I hear footsteps echo from down the hall that come to a stop. Of which sounded like in front of my cell door and making me correct when I hear the high pitched squeaking of the old rusty metal door that hasn't been oiled nor actually taken care of for a long time.
After the had been fully opened a few seconds pass then the footsteps continue again. I felt myself being picked up as if I were a sack of potatoes making me flinch.
Finally after being carried for a while I was set down and the blindfold was taken off. After my eyesight had adjusted i had finally realized where I had been taken. "Cole Spellbrook, you are to be hung for being caught at the crime scene as "Jack the Ripper" murder of all the noble girls!"
"...Really?" I asked, "That's it? I thought I would've been more accused of being a witch for my hair and eye color. Or even how I literally appeared out of nowhere and how my clothes aren't of here. Anyways I got other things I need to take care of." I snapped my fingers making the ropes disappear off my wrist. "Oh. And the actual murder here is Lord Vincent Scott." I said shocking the surrounding people. With that I take my leave and appear in my own home.
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I hope that was good. I had originally wrote this for a English assignment.
Thanks for reading!
