Oh the nurse’s crazed cries after dark, the blood red roses sprouting in the corridors, the blood spills from under doors into the hall, the wingèd creatures populating the sultry night sky. Oh Anna, my love, whom I lost to Twilight Manor, depraved Dr. Roonstone and lop-shouldered sidekick Lem Bloke.
– James Steerforth
Note
An attempt to cram a gothic tragedy with some of the typical elements into a total of 50 words.
Steer Forth! 