Would be at the end of the letter that Tiago furiously crumbled. “No police.” He shouted towards his workmen. “We do this our way.” He said looking over to Wilfred and Matilda. They would bury all of the fourteen sideshow bodies in a shallow grave, precisely where Wilfred’s mansion now stood. While Tiago The Ringmaster traveled the world struggling to find new acts to to fill the obscure voids for the rest of his show he would leave Wilfred in charge of running the rest of the circus. However paranoid and nervous that the authorities or the circus might solve the murder Wilfred declined his offer to stay behind with the bodies. Still having the money from Tiago’s stolen money box plus their savings Wilfred would explain, “I would want nothing
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And after successfully attaining her desires of status and wealth, she finally had planned on cutting loose Wilfred’s strings. “You’re right Wilfred, we will build a grand garden in their honor.” She gently said while taking his hand. And in a matter of a few months dirt had turned to marble glazed floors, beams to towering pillars, seeds to lush gardens. Architecturally it would be considered nothing less than a masterpiece, but below its exterior raged a madness, agony and fury. As the years passed not only did the children grow, no Wilfred’s paranoia and madness had grown along with it. Matilda was not only tired of his late night conversations with dead, no she was tired of being the town spectacle. It was when she had received a confirmation letter of enrollment from Wilfred’s life insurance, that she would pull out his old bottle of arsenic. Tonight like every night, after coming home from the bar drunk would she would plan on serving it in his nightly cocoa. Sitting in his leather bound chair by the fireplace, Wilfred closed his eyes trying to clear out the voices in his head. “It doesn’t matter what you say, I’m not listening to you!” Wilfred shouted. “Ha, Ha, Ha!” sweet and infectious laughter echoed inside
And after successfully attaining her desires of status and wealth, she finally had planned on cutting loose Wilfred’s strings. “You’re right Wilfred, we will build a grand garden in their honor.” She gently said while taking his hand. And in a matter of a few months dirt had turned to marble glazed floors, beams to towering pillars, seeds to lush gardens. Architecturally it would be considered nothing less than a masterpiece, but below its exterior raged a madness, agony and fury. As the years passed not only did the children grow, no Wilfred’s paranoia and madness had grown along with it. Matilda was not only tired of his late night conversations with dead, no she was tired of being the town spectacle. It was when she had received a confirmation letter of enrollment from Wilfred’s life insurance, that she would pull out his old bottle of arsenic. Tonight like every night, after coming home from the bar drunk would she would plan on serving it in his nightly cocoa. Sitting in his leather bound chair by the fireplace, Wilfred closed his eyes trying to clear out the voices in his head. “It doesn’t matter what you say, I’m not listening to you!” Wilfred shouted. “Ha, Ha, Ha!” sweet and infectious laughter echoed inside