A street light flickered
A dimmed silhouette slid across a heavily graffitied wall
Footsteps, barely audible above the whistling wind
Descended upon the mansion by nightfall
Then, a hooded figure emerged from the shadows fully illuminated by the lamp
None other than Wasabi Jones
The infamous thief who's unmatched artistry to go undetected has been marveled for decades to the likes of Sherlock Holmes
A more iconic figure you won't find
But he still remains a mystery to historians worldwide
Wasabi was the most distinguished thief of all time
But tonight was the start of a new chapter
This was not for laughter
This was going to test all the brilliance, all that uncanny ability
Wasabi was going to explore the secrets of the Haunted Mansion Beyond the Village where explorers had been lost to unknown terrors
Mysterious disappearances had been traced to without hesitation or error
And tortured shrieks and eerie creaks could be heard on a nightly basis
With a tiny glance backward and a quick swish of a cloak
The thief set off toward the rusted gates, unaware of the horrors in store for him
Wasabi crept silently through the gates, the late October wind whistling through his cloak. the great fortresses looming wall peered down at him
A tiny bit of fear now crept over him
He was careful to keep to the shadows and watch out for traps that could lead to an unpleasant surprise or a bloody demise
Soon Wasabi reached the ancient stone mansion, eager to begin his quest
He approached the great double doors that were the obvious entrance to the mansion's guests
Wasabi suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Someone or something had shifted some fifteen feet to his left
An eerie silence followed , nothing daring to move or make a sound
Then, as if waiting for a cue
An arrow shot from an overhanging turret and hurtled toward the ground
Traveling with unearthly accuracy; aimed for the thief
Blood splattered from Wasabi's chest, the red barely visible in the darkness
He was dead before he hit the ground at best
Then, out of the shadows emerged a ma** of twenty or so ominous figures their evil eyes glinting with murder and their pointy hands clenched with fury
The barbaric gargoyles closed in on the damaged body
Preparing for the feast at hand