Tuesday 17th May 2016

Mary dug her Needle-sharp nails into her husband's body. DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! The horrific sound of his blood dripping up the staircases of the mansion. The marble floor was covered in red like an explosion of paint.

" Right, where to put him?" She thought to herself.

The old woman mumbled as her nerves of her cold - blooded self tickled her spine. She opened the well of her spacious bathroom. She couldn't just push her husband into a filthy wishing well. But, if she didn't , she would expose her true self as a cold- blooded killer who would do anything to her needs. KNOCK! By the deafening anger of the guest's emotions.

"Why , why did they have to come now?"

Mary left her beloved husband in the unhygienic bathroom.

" Hullo, dear , I've brought some pie and tarts for you and your husband." Said Mrs Hattie.

" Oh, did you not hear, My husband went down to the middle east to do some research for animals.  

" Replied Mary Maloney. She lied and lied too much to be imaginary. What would she do next?