Greed

The taste of poison rimmed her lips as her tongue licked at the excitement of inheriting a lonely old lady's fortune. Her ill health digging at her grave - day by day - as a rare disease ate agressively. Her thoughts of her family a flash of bright light as she sank into the thickness of her king sized bed, and the thick silk duvet folded neatly up to her chin as she lay listening to the brewing storm within the distance of the comfort of her million pound mansion.

The maids were all she had within her life as she struck all members of her family from her life due to her greed. Her money all she ever thought of. Her children and grand children a burden to her freedom. It wasn't until the old lady found out she was going to die that she chose to see her family. But they didn't want to know. She had brushed them away at much needed times, now it was her turn.
As cruel as it may seem, they really didn't know this old lady any more. Gracy - the longest serving maid - planned on killing the selfish old lady. Her years serving the un-greatful cold hearted beast span her mind from all normality. The illict thoughts breathing life back into her exhausted body. She was going to be free, but at the same time, claim the inheritance she soley deserved.

Raising the wine glass to her lips as she sat within the candle lit kitchen. She relaxed from her long and exhausting shift. The other maids retired to their - not so comfortable - bare and cold rooms.
The wine went straight to her head. Her empty stomach absorbing the red wine like a sponge, and her teeth grinding as she thought about how much she hated the cold hearted beast, even in her illness there were no kind thoughts.

The old lady rang the annoying servent bell which echoed around the steel kitchen appliances. Gracy placed her glass upon the table and pushed herself to stand. The illict thoughts raced through her mind.
She strolled towards the kitchen door and glanced up the stairway to her right. The darkness glazing her view.
Each step she took alerted her presence. The old lady knew someone was emerging through the darkness.
Gracy stood by the door as the old lady's distorted voice called. Her weakness disabling her attempts to sit.
Gracy stepped back and knocked a vase from the small table by the door. The pieces shattering by her feet and her nervous breath surrounding the darkness around her.The old lady called through the darkness, but she received no reply. The eerie silence now her enemy - she was too sick and frail to move - she knew someone was there, and she felt that she was in danger...but in danger to what...or who?