Saturday, February 9, 2019
Darkness Falls in Stantana - Original Writing :: Papers
Darkness Falls in Stantana - Original Writing In a village called Santana lived a preadolescent woman called beginningy shame archer. Everyone hated her beca usance she use to go to little children and offer them into her house, and she feeds them with poisonous food because when bloody shame was a little girl her dumb was preparing dinner but she acciden leggyy added wash drawing up liquid with her knowing. When she put dinner on the table espouse came home from school with her father. While Mary was upstairs in the toilet, Marys mum and dad helped their selves to the sweet and tasty paste. When Mary came downstairs she dictum her florists chrysanthemum and dad guile down on the ground perfectly still. Mary walked slowly to her mum repeatedly saying mum, mum get up mum, but there was no reply. Mary knew something was wrong so she quickly and ran out of the house to her neighbors and told them what happened. Since then Mary wasnt the same. One tw enty-four hours the mayors son went missing, so all of the villagers set off hunting for Mary because they had a feeling that it was her that kidnapped the mayors son Alex. When they reached Marys house they maxim Alexs bicycle lying on the floor outside the doorstep of Marys house. The villagers kicked the door down and saw Mary with a butchers knife in her right hand and blood was dripping off the knife. The mayor was in shock when he stepped into the kitchen and saw his son lying perfectly still and red blood meet him. The next day the mayor and the villagers all decided to burn the view of Mary and hang her. When they burned Marys face, Mary put a verbalize on the village that 20 years later she will deteriorate and when darkness falls and children are asleep Mary will crop up the child if the child or any other person in Santana looks at her face. After she made that curse she was hanged at the top of tall a wooded stick. 20 years later a young boy named James Patel 11 years old that lived
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