The Haunted winter

Her hands were bloody, her cloak was stained with blood, the smell of blood tainted the air. Light footsteps echoed through the hallway as the she quietly ran away from the bloody body. She hid behind a nearby statue and waited. Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed through the corridor, she could imagine the look of terror on the face of the person that found James severely stabbed. More people had started to arrive in that corridor curious as to what had made a person scream like that. Taking the commotion to her advantage, she sneaked closer to where she had stabbed James. As she crept closer and closer, she could start to make out the faces of the people nearby. Written on everyone's face was terror, they thought James had died.