It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence. The thousand friends all were hysterical about the masquerade ball so they all went to dress in their most magnificent gowns. While they all went get ready the Red Death, enter the Princes Abbey with horrible intentions he methodically walked his way up the stairs to the Princes chamber where he was getting ready for the ball and struck the Prince dead and carried Prospero over toward the balcony tossed him over. While getting ready one friend felt a little ill and said she was going to be a little late to the ball so when the thousand friends showed up to the ball they found the Prince dead on the floor and the strange erect and motionless figure standing by the entrance of the Abbey. All at once the door locked and the lighting vanished and in a matter of seconds everyone and been struck dead. The Red Death thinking his duties were finished vanished in the night. The one friend who felt ill showed up to the entrance of the Abbey not expecting it to be so quiet and the lights to be off so she found the closest candle and started to wonder where is everyone why is there no music and she began to worry.
