The Carriage Wheel Murder

Next morning his corpse was found twisted, cut and broken. The way those empty eyes stared!
As if they saw the doors of hell going open.
Something bewitched returned from the ashes where she once burned.
Princess of the moon.
Roaming timeless gloom.
Murder! Murder!
Once sick of hatred, now frightened of these unsolved deaths.
His cheating mistress and her lover passed away like rats. Now Jan''s hourglass is leaking time like a bleeding that cannot be stopped.
For a lugubrious existence is craving for his teardrops and blood.
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That day he''s riding through the forest as his intuition speaks : "You are being followed".
The spirit attacked from the trees.
It pushed his face into a spinning carriage wheels.
His skull cracked open.. and there were no more screams!