The Wall :: Creative Writing Essays

The Wall         At precisely 1030 A.M. I got a call from a Mr. Machiano saying thatwhile renovating a castle his men arrange the bones of what seamed to be a forgiving luggage compartment. When I got to the scene one of his men showed me to the corps. It haddirty, let out-of-date clothes mantled upon its remains with a piece a rope beside it.I asked Mr. Machiano how the body was discovered.      My men were knocking down a wall and one of them open a skeleton with amotlry on, and thats when I called you.         I asked whom he bought the castle from.        A man I would say in his early eighties, named Montresor.         I then left to learn most this person..  I found out that he was livingwith a cousin right near his elderly home.  I clear-cut to stop by and ask him a a couple of(prenominal)questions hoping he would r emember or know something.  After active an moment ofgetting I do not know. What are you talking about? Please leave. I realizedthis was a waste of conviction and unflinching to go.           The next morning I called Mr. Machiano and asked him to meet me at thepalace.  As I approached the area where the body was found I began to feel a petty queasy.  I searched the ground around the body hoping to find some clues.I noticed the sparkle of metal pertruding from the ground.  I picked it up andsaw it was a gold and diamond ID bangle with the name Montresor inscribed onit.  I decided to do a little more research on this man.  I went to the stationand asked the secretary to show me the file on either person missing for more than20 years.  The list only had about five people on it with a brief description.There was a man by the name of Fortunato on it who has been missing for about 50years.  He was last seen wearing a motley.  I then rank two and two together andafter some investigation, I found out that the remains were indeed Fortunato.Later that afternoon I decided to visit Mrs. Fortunato.  She took the newspretty well, she had suspected he was dead.         The last time I saw him was fifty years ago during carnival season.      I went back to Montresors house and told him that next to Fortunatos bodywas a gold bracelet with his name on it.  He still insisted he had had nothing