"Well, the people sure look like they are having quite some fun, Sir Luthor Ruthorford," said Count Dredrick. I am Sir Luthor Ruthorford, a prince who has just thrown one of the largest ballroom dances in all of England. "Yes, I certainly do agree," I replied to Count Dredrick. Not only was this the largest ballroom dance known throughout England, but it was also the largest ballroom, too.

The floor was made of pure glass. The ceiling was full of chandeleirs and each of the halls leading to the ballroom were of different colors. There were halls painted of red, orange, black, and brown. There was even a buffet table in the far corner of the ballroom. On that buffet table were some very rare delicacies. There were also many delicious desserts and some of the finest cuts of meat on that buffet table. Everything was going just superbly.

Many very elegant people attended this ballroom dance. Some of which were Mrs. Adkinsons, Mr. and Mrs. Fordorick, Dr. Morso, and Count Dredrick himself. Count Dredrick happened to be one of my closest friends. There were many more attendants than this, though. In fact, there were over 1200 attendants that night. There were people dancing, eating, talking, and having just good fun. Indeed, it seemed to be one of the most joyous times they had ever had.

Suddenly, all the lights went out and there was a scream. The scream must have happened because someone was startled by the sudden power outage. At first, I sat there and started to wonder why the power went off. Then, I finally came to the conclusion that it was simply a blown fuse. About a second later the lights came back on and we were all shocked as we saw Mrs.Adkinsons gutted, lying down with blood spilling out onto the glass floor. Her facial expression was like she had seen something terrifyingly threatening (which was probably true). Her eyes were wide open with a blank stare and her mouth was gaped open with a bit of blood dribbling down the side. The site of this petrified everyone. Suddenly, the lights flashed off again.

Everyone started screaming and running around like a bunch of fools. Suddenly, the lights flickered back on again, and this time, two people were on the floor dead. Everybody panicked including myself. I started to run to the door, but it was locked. We were all trapped inside of this giant death trap. My heart began to beat at an incredible speed. Again, lights went out.

When they came on again, four people were dead including Count Dredrick. This was a sad sight for me to see. It's hard to believe that the night started out so miraculously and turned into such a horror. Dr. Morso rushed to the victims, but the lights flickered out again. When they came back on again, ten people were dead including Dr. Morso. Who could be doing this?

This pattern of deaths continued repeatedly about every minute doubling the amount of deaths that preceded the murder before. Finally, there was only one person surviving. That person was me. There was no doubt I was going to die within a matter of seconds now! My heart was beating faster than ever before and I began to feel nauseous. I was so dizzy. It seemed as if everything were spinning.

I once again rushed to the door. This time, it was open! I ran into the hall, but when I did, I saw that it was painted red. One thing came to mind--BLOOD! I was about to pass out, so I ran back into the ballroom and into another hall. This hall was painted orange. I suddenly thought of fire and of me burning in hell! I walked backwards shaking my head. I found myself back in the ballroom. I rushed into the next hall, but this was even worse. The color painted on this wall was black--the color of death itself. "DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!" I shouted out without controlling myself. I stumbled back into the ballroom. There was only one door left. I passed through that door and noticed that it was painted brown. This color was the color of decay! "Nooooooooo!" I could not take it anymore. I knew I was going to die and could not do anything about it at all!

I then noticed a knife on the buffet table. It was the knife used to cut the roast beef. I grabbed it immediately. For a second, I glanced at it. I realized I had no choice. It was the only way out. I squeezed the handle of the knife as hard as I could and jabbed it into my chest. I slowly fell to the ground and blood spilled out onto the ballroom glass floor.