Lets Go Visit Marley Manor

Marley Manor is that old castle-like Victorian high on the hill. The one on West Minister? Yes. That’s the one. It gives me a chill. Seriously, I would love to see; it always gives me a thrill. I decided to invite along my cousin three-timing-flirty-Jill. When are you doing this? asked Mr. Pete Mahogany. It was not any of his business far as I could see. I looked at the lamp that was backlit in filigree. Don’t you have somewhere else that you should be? Mahogany is creepy, crazy, he added a cryptic sinister note. Don’t pay attention to that weirdo, I said. He’s an old goat. Isn’t he one of those bluebloods? I thought they were smote I shrugged as I put on my largest orange overcoat. Twilight was happening, so it was almost time. The yellow crimson sky had a sliver of lime. I am starting to dread this trek to the hill, Jill said. I have this overwhelming fear of being struck dead. a dour sour sulky morose caretaker let us in with a frown. Those are horrible stairs, watch you don’t fall down. of course, Jill took a tumble, and her bruises were brown. Stay next to me the rest of the trip, stop being a clown! Jill hung on my every word. I saw crimson out of her head. You are bleeding! I told her. And it is such a bright red! The chandelier began swinging as if it were not well bred. Jill’s body was at end of stairs, so she was actually dead.