After The Death Of Matthew Mahogany

𝑆𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔... coming from inside a house in a small village in England it was: a small little cottage with a small little front garden and overgrown grass, with an old wooden gate rotten at the hinges, badly put together, drilled on a cream pillars on a metal fence from a time that looked like years and years ago. The metal fence was also old and rusty. It was then connected to a large fence separating the cottage from the two neighbouring houses, the cracks in the tiles on the ground were covered in moss and weeds. A poorly managed house, with the same cream walls, paint peeling at the bottom and the colour fading from time. The front was almost the same as the back however a well kept home from inside.

It was muffled screaming now, muffled crying almost... there had been rumours of a burglar going round the small village in England, a visitor going from house to house taking what he needed, a menace to society, as many said, however no one had seen him before, nor had anyone learned his name. He was like a shadow that came and went when he wanted, the police were baffled.

He had been in hiding for a week after the death of Hank Brooker, a 75 year old man. He had a real shock when the burglar was in his house, of course, he had 'fallen' down the stairs and died shortly after in the hospital.

Then... the burglar came back and he had skipped a few houses and went to the small little cottage, in the small village. Where a single mother and her daughter had lived...

But you see, that was his last ever expedition, as he never came out that house...

Alive...

This is the story of what happened 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑀𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑦..

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅