Town Committee

*Seneca Village was a very infamous place that held a deep dark history. A history and tradition kept alive yearly by the Town Committee. Violet Night, is an annual phenomenon organized for decades by the most prominent members of Seneca Village. Greenwood Park housed a glorious clock tower directly across from the town's only church. The clock tower rings at the moment this eerie event occurs.*

"STAY AWAY FROM THE CLOCK TOWER! IT'S A DEATH TRAP! YOU DIE IF YOU GO NEAR IT!" Mr. Brown screams.

"What is that man talking about?" asks Linda.

"He looks homeless. Probably just babbling about nothing." John says.

"You are?" Linda asks.

"The person with an invitation to this event. Who the hell are you?" John asks.

"I'm Linda Orwell. Here's my invitation smart ass. " Linda says.

"Oh great idiots crying over flyers, we all got one. " Henry says.

"Who asked you for your input?" asks John.

"YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!" Mr. Brown yells.

"Doesn't sound like he's just rambling. " Linda says.

The clock tower struck 6:27.

*Ding. Ding. Ding*

"It looks like the clock tower has signs on it. I'll check it out. Oh yeah, I'm Henry Vanderbilt. You've probably heard of my family." Henry says.

"Vanderbilt? You're part of that ruthless family who owns all the factories. " John says.

"And you're John McConnell. The youngest son of the McConnell Empire that has more wrongful death lawsuits than employees. " Henry says.

"Are you two done measuring whose family is the better douchebag?" Linda asks.

"My my, Ms. Orwell, I haven't forgotten about the great Orwell Enterprise. Didn't your family settle out of court for years of discrimination?" Henry asks.

"There's a slot for a hand on the statue. I think more on the tower itself." John says.

"Place the hand of a resident to complete the process. What process?" John asks.

"I was right. There's something written on the clock tower."

*"To witness the power of the Violet Moon, the flesh must be consumed."*

"What the hell does that mean?" asks John. "I think we're supposed to put our hands on each slot. " Henry says.

"Don't we need someone from this town for the statue?" asks Linda.

"THREE SINNERS DEATH REMEMBERS!" Mr. Brown chants.

"We have our resident right here!" says Henry.

*Mr. Brown kicks and screams as Henry drags him to the statue and places his hand firmly on the slot. The slot locks Mr. Brown's hand in position. John, Linda, and Henry all place their hands on the three slots of the clock tower.*

*Mr. Brown lets out a menacing laugh as he stands up and removes the old garments to reveal a freshly tailored suit. The clock tower strikes again at 6:57.*

*Ding.Ding.Ding*

"My children, it is now time!" Mr. Brown says with a smile.

*The clock tower begins to change in shape. Linda, John, and Henry were set free from the tower. A door opens then five figures walk out.*

"What's going..."

*Before Linda could finish her sentence, an arrow pierced her chest then blood covered her shirt as she fell to her knees.*

"You all came here thinking you could regain power for your families. Oblivious that you were being judged by every action you and your family took to gain it. Each year we send invitations to families who have committed great sins to attain wealth yet are struggling to keep it." Mr. Brown says.

*Henry groans as teeth sink into his shoulder.*

"Ahhhhhhh!" Henry screams. "Was that a wolf?" Asks Henry.

"The name is Angela Angelou. You taste dirty. Father, is there more to eat?" Angela asks.

"A whole generation to feast on love!" Mr. Brown says.

"What did you do to Linda? She looks like she's dying." Asks John.

"Guilty, Eleanor Rosewood, at your service! My arrows deliver quick judgment. It makes whoever it hits terminally ill." Says Eleanor.

"I don't understand what the hell is going on. Why did you set us up?" Asks John.

"No one ever reads the whole invite. Once you mention money, they're blind to other details. To regain your fortune soon you must be a part of the Violent Moon!" Mr. Brown says.

"Violent? That's not what it said. I'm sure of it. I'll have your head for this!" John yells.

*A quick slash to both of John's legs sends him to the ground*

"ARGHHHH, WHAT WAS THAT?" John screams.

"Threatening my father, that's not very wise now is it?" Virden says.

The moon begins to turn a deep red color.

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