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Bodyguard
The Bodyguard was struggling to make a living, and with the new dangers of a Serial Killer and the mafia and he being one of the few town members that have a gun he decided that he could make a quick buck or two protecting people, it would be a dangerous job…..but it was better than starving. Now he was making a living on patrolling peoples homes for protection in exchange for money, it paid well and so far on every night he had in the past their was no need for protection, was a good deal for him at least. It was like every other night he had experienced, 1:00 AM, just standing at the side of the house, listening and watching for any strange occurrences, however, this night would be his last. He heard a fast and loud opening of the door and sound of running footsteps, the BodyGuard rushed into the house, pulled out his gun, yelled “Freeze!” at the Mafioso going into the target's room, the Mafioso turned around and shot the BodyGuard, the BodyGuard, falling, shot the mafioso three times, he felt truly happy at this time, despite the intense pain, he helped a fellow town member from the mafia, the BodyGuard stopped caring about the money and he did his services for free later as time went on, he liked the idea of helping the town, now he had finally completed his goal, he closed his eyes, with a smile. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to isrlygood)

The Bodyguard shifted his cigarette from one corner of his mouth to the other and placed his kevlar vest over his undershirt. He was certainly going to need it tonight, he thought. He carefully set the smoldering cigarette in an ashtray as he strapped the vest tight. It had a few dents in it from previous close encounters. He tucked the cigarette back into the corner of his mouth and grabbed his white dress shirt and began to button it. "Gonna be one hell of a night," he chuckled to himself, "one for the record books for sure." He took an extended drag before grabbing his suit jacket. His mother always did say he looked good in pinstripe. But this was going to run smoothly, he told himself. His target and him had discussed the protection plan in depth. No way a single assailant could get him, and that's something the Bodyguard was willing to bet his life on. After checking his pistol he slide it into his jacket pocket. He picked the comb off his dresser and made some minor last minute adjustments to his balding hair. He placed it down and stared into the mirror. He could see his age finally catching up with him as his eyes drifted to his favorite thing on his dresser. He picked up the framed picture of his deceased wife and gave it a quick kiss before putting it back down. He extinguished the cigarette into the ashtray with one hand as he put on his sunglasses with the other. He grabbed the tacked-up picture of the Mayor and walked out of the door. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to InsaneSmile)

Two years before...

It was a wet and stormy night. Two members of the Mafia were huddled in a dark alley. The Godfather was jailed, while the other members were framing, distracting, and blackmailing. As the shivering Mafia in the alleyway attempted to discuss their plans, there was a CLICK! Then a BAM! The Janitor slid down the wall he was leaning against, unconscious. The blood mixed with the growing puddles of rainwater. There was then another distant BANG! of a gun, and suddenly, it was only the Mafioso, huddled in a dark corner of an alley.

The next day, the Godfather showed up dead in front of his cottage, executed by the Jailor. It was only the Mafioso left, who was utterly horrified and wished to be forgiven for his sinister deeds. He was sentenced to jail for two years.

Present Day...

Released from jail, the Mafioso is now part of the town. Wishing to utilize his old skills, he became a Bodyguard and so every night, he would protect his fellow town members from death, at the risk of his own life. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to wrathfulweasel)

The Bodyguard had spent 30 years of his life serving the military as a highly-ranked soldier and defender, and now is retired. He spent his life looking for another job, one that would need him badly. He seeks that job, and finds it in the Town of Salem. He had heard that there had been many murders in that town, and investigations about them. He knew they needed his help. He had arrived at Salem, and every night, he would visit someone and stand there guarding them all night, making sure he or she was kept alive, even at the cost of his own life. And for his own protection, he had one bulletproof vest from his former military job which would allow him to survive one night at the cost of his services to those in need of protection. (unregistered contributor)

A quiet, unassuming man, the Bodyguard watches his target closely to make sure no would-be attackers come near. The moment a threat is spotted, the Bodyguard springs to action, taking the bullet in place of its intended victim. As he lies dying on the ground, the Bodyguard musters the last of his energy to raise his own gun and, with accuracy and discipline that only a hardened soldier could possess, avenges himself before dying. (unregistered contributor)

The Investigator chuckles to himself for being so clever, and points an accusing finger at a bewildered old man. When the rest of the town follows, the old man panics, and quickly reveals a certificate that only a true mayor could possess. Everyone voted the mayor innocent, and the old man sighed of relief and walked off the gallows. The Investigator sheepishly apologizes. That night, the Mafia team gathered up. The Godfather was determined to set out for the Investigator, because if he interrogates another person that is Mayor or Godfather, he'll know they are absolutely the Mafia! The Mafioso is uneasy about this plan, and neither the Disguiser nor the Janitor set out to the Investigator's house with the Godfather. When the Godfather was near the Investigator's cabin, he saw the Investigator outside the house. Perfect timing. The Godfather aimed his gun at the man and shot twice. He heard the sound of the bullets hitting on target. The Godfather smiled, nodding in triumph, and started to turn to leave, until he saw another bullet whizzing at his face. It was too late to react, and the Godfather sunk to the ground, motionless. Ten feet away, the Bodyguard also lays down on the ground, dying. He closes his eyes and smiles. He has done his job. He saved his fellow town member. (unregistered contributor)

The Serial Killer slips silently inside the Doctor's house. His shadow slips over the hall walls as he searches for the bedroom. All is quiet outside; everyone is asleep. He grins and licks his lips in anticipation of the slaughter that is to come, toying with the blade of his razor sharp knife. The Serial Killer ghosts into the bedroom, stalking to the side of the bed. He raises his blade over the prone figure, eyes glinting with malice and joy at the same time. As he brings the blade down, and iron hand clamps down over this forearm, halting the descent of the knife. A large figure, clad in body armor stands behind him, cocking a revolver. The Serial Killer, recovering with cat-like speed, reverses the knife and buries it deep in the Bodyguard's chest. The iron grip weakens, and the Serial Killer turns to flee. As he reaches for the doorknob, his vision turns red. Somewhere far away, he hears a bang, and then his world tilts to the side. The next morning, the sun shines upon the tragedy; The Doctor couldn't save the Bodyguard in time. (Credit to SOURCECODE01)

The Investigator, weary from sifting through refuse stood before the town in the early morning. His finger was directed towards an elderly man, whom he immediately labelled the Godfather. Desperate, and without any other leads, they put the man on trial. The old man rebutted this accusation by producing a certificate that was awarded to him when he was elected as the Mayor. As he left the stand, he asked everyone to place a paper with their name and occupation into a box that was being passed around, where he would spend the night mulling over the results. When night fell, the Mafioso was sent to pay the Mayor a visit to destroy all of the incriminating evidence. As he broke the lock to the old man's door, he drew his gun and began his search in the Mayor's study. Surely enough, the target was huddled over his desk, passed out after a long night's work. Suddenly, a man steps from the shadows and reaches for the assailant's gun. A single shot rings out, fatally wounding the protector as he falls to the ground in a puddle of his own blood. The Mafioso recovers and trains his firearm on the Mayor, but is shot by the dying man with the last of his strength. The Bodyguard gives the Mafioso a twisted grin before succumbing to his injuries. He has done his job.

Years of working with the Mayor as his most trusted agent, the Bodyguard is a huge threat to anyone that dares to bring panic, misery and corruption to Salem. Equipped with a vest, and a special revolver entrusted to him for many years of service, he will stand by anyone and protect them, no matter what the cost. If his target is ever threatened, he will take his own life and take the bullet, but not before he avenges himself; by shooting the attacker before the Bodyguard draws his final breath. (credit to Squiddington)

The Bodyguard sat down enjoying a beverage thinking about what happened to the other Bodyguard in town. He thought for quite some time. He thought, "If I save someone's life, I'll die, but the evil doer will as well. Should I have this job? Should I risk it?" The next day one of his partners, the Sheriff, died. One more kill that he could've prevented. the next day, he protected the one person he cared about. The Mayor. He goes to his house, and, the lights flicker. They suddenly turn all the way off. He hears a cackle from a raspy voice. He knew that voice. It was the Vampire. The Vampire attacks him and he fights him off until the Vampire Hunter came and fended off the vampire. He was bit. His vision fades away, and he says, "Thanks for the help. Tell Salem..... I love them. All of them." The Bodyguard slowly dies in the Vampire Hunter's hands. The Vampire Hunter is who he protected, but that day, everything didn't go the way planned. The Vampire was dead and all, but.... but...... The Vampire Hunter saw her only friend die. Fionna..... Fionna saw.... her only friend.... die. In her hands. (unregistered contributor)

Ever since the death of his wife he was never quite the same... He began living his life for others instead of himself thinking it would somehow make up for what he was unable to do for her years ago. He walks people home each night to talk partially hoping the conversation will fill the emptyness inside him. All of a sudden an attack from nowhere! The bodyguard shoots him point blank with a pistol and the attacker drops lifelessly to the floor. The bodyguard is unharmed but just stares at the body and drops the gun... before the person can say thank you he collapses to his knees leaning over the body and crying. "Are you okay?" they ask. He can't hear them... he's too far gone. "I could have... I could have saved us both" He picks up the gun slowly to his head. "But you did!" All he can see is his wife's body motionless on the ground "I love you... I love you baby I'm so sorry..." "no, don't do it!" darkness (unregistered contributor)

The Secret Service has a plaque in their main hall that commemorates its greatest agents and their efforts; but one man isn't on that list. The Bodyguard is the premiere specialist in protection and his years of service have gone unawarded at his request. He is a modest and humble person that regularly steps into harms way for those he has been tasked to protect; after which he escapes into the shadows before anyone can thank him. Armed with a bulletproof vest and a handgun, the Bodyguard will protect his charge and kill the attacker; or die trying. (credit to Ace2369)

The Jailor had the last mafia in front of him. The Investigator had confirmed he was a leader among men, and this man had no way of revealing himself as a Mayor. With that, the Jailor began to execute the Godfather, but he made it as painful as he could to avenge the Sheriff, who had been found by the mafia. The Godfather's cries of pain did not go unheard, however. It was a full moon. And a certain snarling beast of a Werewolf was prowling. It heard the cries of the Godfather and was drawn to them like a moth to a light. The Werewolf forced its way into the jail. The Jailor looks up with surprise, turned to fear while the Godfather bleeds out. The Werewolf pounces, but something catches him. A Bodyguard. The Bodyguard tackles the Werewolf to the floor, who snarls and rips into the Bodyguard with its sharp claws. The Bodyguard refuses to succumb so easily and draws his pistol, firing it into the Werewolf. Regular bullets barely faze it however, and the Werewolf pushes the Bodyguard off with brute force. The Bodyguard staggers back, then yanks a single solitary silver bullet off the chain around his neck, loading it into the pistol. The Werewolf leaps, the Bodyguard aims...and fires. The silver bullet hits the Werewolf square between the eyes. However, the Werewolf was bringing its claws down into the Bodyguard at the same time, slashing his neck open. The Werewolf collapses instantly and the Bodyguard clutches his bleeding throat loosely, before falling backwards. The Jailor tries to call for the Doctor, but said Doctor was busy protecting the Escort that night while she went looking for the Serial Killer. The last thing the Bodyguard manages to gurgle out to the Jailor is "We make a good team..." before he succumbs to his wounds at last, knowing the town is safe from any more Werewolf attacks. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

No doubt about it, the war had toughened up the Bodyguard. He had enlisted at 18, pressured by his patriotic parents. After 5 years of preperation, Bodyguard made his first tour. Suddenly he found himself in transport to the frontal camp in the desolate desert that his country decided to bring peace to. How could anyone live in this sand trap? thought the Bodyguard, This place is little more than a- BOOM! The Bodyguard couldnt finish his thought. There was a shrill screaming in his head. He yelled out, but he couldn't even hear his own scream. He looked over, and saw his squad showered in shrapnel. And he wept; Wept as the Jeep on his arm broke it; Wept as the medics carried him off; Wept as he was brought into a town in Oregon to be seen by a superb doctor that lived there. "He'll make a full recovery, but he can't go back to war," said the Doc. "He can stay with me." Bodyguard recovered, and sooned learned that Salem, as the locals called it, was a hive kf villany. Fearing for the doctor's life, Bodyguard took up arms every night inside the Doctor's house. Finally, after the Doc saved a brutally wounded man from death by the mafia, there was a slow creaking as the Doc's door eased open. Bodyguard tensed up. This was night my preparation pays off. Bodyguard steadied his hand as he took aim at the Doc's would-be assailant. Then the knife pierced his gut. The Serial Killer had shown up, and the Mafioso was no where to be seen! "Nice try you grizzled fool. Guess I wss to quick for your old bones!" BANG! The Serial Killer dropped to the floor, his mouth agape. Although the Doc was unable to save Bodyguard, everyone beamed with respect as the Serial Killer was announced dead. They read his will. It was composed of six words: No one likes a smart-ass. (credit to Soxman223)

The Bodyguard nursed the stub of his cigarette, leaning motionless against the wall. The Jailor was inside, getting better acquainted with the Godfather, but the Bodyguard was sure the Mafia wouldn't take this lying down. Movement in the bushes caught his attention. Flicking away his cigarette, the Bodyguard went for his gun. Dimly, he heard the Mafioso fire. Felt the impact of the bullet, a sledgehammer to the gut. He ignored it. He had a job to do, and he was going to damn well do it. He fired, once, twice, three times. No use saving ammunition, not now. He knew what a gut wound meant. Staggering backwards, he fell heavily against the wall, sliding down it. The Mafioso's corpse stared reproachfully up at him, but the Bodyguard smiled, as everything faded to dark. He had done his duty.

Doctor
With many years of training with surgical precision and bio-medical research as a combat medic, the Doctor is an innovative surgeon skilled in healing even the most traumatic of injuries in just a single night. When he retired into a humble life as Salem's local physician, the Mayor immediately accuses the Doctor for possible association with witchcraft due to his miraculous ability to heal himself in critical condition and banishes him out of fear that the Doctor is secretly planting a curse on the his patients. As he is forced into exile, he swore to never heal the Mayor for his corrupt accusations. Years later, rumors of murder in Salem were spreading and the Doctor now swears to come back to Salem and secretly check up on potential targets of murder, even if it costs him his life. However, he is aware of other rumors of an Arsonist incinerating people, which he cannot save because the fire would burn the victims' vital organs before he can heal them and that the flammable gas used cannot be washed off in any way. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Kiyosen)

Most people would shy away from cutting open other humans to help them as a profession. But the Doctor does not. He was first drafted into the Vietnam War, but he was against killing. Although he was given an option to stay out of the war, he decided to offer his skills as a trauma doctor. He saw many kinds of terrible wounds, but he could heal just about all kinds. He had but one weakness—burn wounds. When the war was over, he went back to his hometown of Salem. When he learned that there were murderers on the loose, he decided to make secret house calls every night so that he can perhaps save some of his fellow town members. However, when the Arsonist shows his face, the Doctor realizes that he was still at a loss for the burn wounds he inflicted. And when the Mayor formally reveals himself, the Doctor refuses to help him for political reasons involving his support of the Vietnam War. But when he saves other town members from certain death, the entire town congratulates him on a job well done. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Anonymous0726)

His first-aid kit dangled from his lanky fingers as he ran to his destination, the full moon beating down on his head. Time was of the essence. The town Doctor wasn't prepared for what he saw inside of the broken-down grey house. He kicked open the door, exhausted from his healing duties. His father was a Serial Killer, but he had taken a different interest in knives.

The house reeked of blood and…the Doctor sniffed. It smelled like dogs. He cautiously stepped further into the house, only to see a man splayed out on the floor. Layed out on a table next to the man were three tattered vests; three signs of a Survivor. The man looked around the room, confused and slightly scared. He set his kit down next to the twitching man, not daring to look at the almost-corpse; after he had gotten his tools out, though, he was forced to.

The man's torso and legs had been torn open by a Werewolf. He grabs the needle and string from his kit and swallows down bile, ready to sew together the remains of this death-fearing man. This was the Doctor's job; he had to heal and then lurk in the shadows. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to BonnieMcKee)

After two tours as a combat medic in the latest world conflict, the Doctor is an expert healer and he loves to make house calls. Boasting degrees in surgery, radiology and several more, the Doctor can heal just about any wound the human body can sustain. Although he willingly heals the rest of the town, he refuses to heal the Mayor due to conflict with funding. He seeks to save people from death in just about anyway he can, but has still not figured out how to stop the one person that can scorch bodies beyond healing: The Arsonist. (credit to Ace2369)

The Doctor is an expert medic with over 20 years of medical experience. As such, he can treat any wound, from minor injuries, to severe wounds. However, his experience in treating injuries does not help against the burns of a known sociopath that lurks throughout Salem; The Arsonist. He has also been confused as a Serial Killer many times, as Investigators have spied on him "playing with knives".. (credit to Squiddington)

The Doctor goes over to the patient, a Lookout. She says, "Now don't be climbing on too many roofs, because that leg needs to heal! Serial Killer got you good!" The Lookout then walks out the door, with a bandage on. The Doctor thought to herself, "My life is PERFECT!" Then one night, she didn't think of healing HERSELF. She woke up the next day not breathing and she questioned it. "How has this become of me?" She then reveals her secrets of healing, potions, and helping others in her last will. (unregistered contributor)

The doctor walked up to the quiet, seemingly empty house. She stepped onto the porch, preparing to open the front door when she saw that it was ajar. Cautiously, she stepped into the house. She made her way around, searching for a possible patient. Then she found him. It was the mayor, laying in a heap on the floor. He was bleeding from his stomach, and had tears streaming down his cheeks. He called to the doctor for help. He had been stabbed by the serial killer who had left him to die. The doctor dropped to her knees and began to give the mayor some first aid. After all, saving people's lives was her job. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

The Doctor goes to visit the house of a Spy who had verified himself to the town. The Investigator had testified for the Spy's identity and the Jailor had jailed the Investigator to protect him on this night. As the Doctor steps into the Spy's house however, he noticed the Spy wasn't home. Curious, the Doctor walked around the town for a while before hearing a faint groaning noise. He followed the sound and found the Spy bleeding in a bush with numerous bullet-holes in his body. Startled, the Doctor rushes to his aid and employs his use of emergency first-aid he had learned a long time ago. A bloody note next to the Spy simply read "WITNESS!" so the mafia had intended to kill him immediately. The Doctor was smart though and always kept medical supplies on his person as a pre-caution. After a few close calls, he manages to patch up the Spy enough to get him home for proper treatment. Next morning, the Spy comes out of his house, much to the mafia's dismay. He gets the town's attention and successfully identifies one of the mafia, to which the Sheriff confirms. Thanks to the Doctor's well-timed first-aid, the Spy was able to live long enough to get the Mafioso lynched before the town, the very person who had tried to kill him just the night before. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Doctor goes to visit the house of a Sheriff who had verified himself to the town. The Investigator had testified for the Sheriff's identity and the Jailor had jailed the Investigator to protect him on this night. As the Doctor steps into the Sheriff's house however, he noticed the Sheriff wasn't in his room. Curious, the Doctor scurried around the house looking for the Sheriff. He heard a sound of rustling in the kitchen, so he followed it, in it he found the Sheriff and Mafioso clawed by something really viscous. But the Sheriff was also shot, and the Doctor knew who had shot him. Thankfully the Doctor saved the Sheriff but as he turned to leave, he found out what had clawed the Sheriff and the Mafioso, it was a Werewolf. At that very moment the Werewolf had killed the Doctor. But the doctor was happy to know that he died saving one very important ally, the Sheriff. And the next day the Werewolf was sent to the gallows. A very good night and day for the Sheriff that had his life saved by the doctor who risked everything to save him. (unregistered contributor)

"You'll be the next Doctor Oz," they said, "Just sign here." Little did he know, the "TV producer" was just the mayor of a rinky-dink town in the west named "Salem". ''Uggh. I knew I should have bought a lawyer. Now, instead of cute secretaries and Million dollar salaries, he gets rustic cottages and a fifteen-person community that he'' would have to baby sit. HIM, the best doctor in the world, would have to treat colds and tetnis. He slept restlessly, and he swore he heard gunshots. ''Nah, not here. Not in this nothing of a town.'' But then morning came. The Doc walked the path outside his house that lead to a fake Gallow. All for show, right? he thought. Then he saw the bodies. Caked with blood, they contained multiple barbaric stab wounds. It appeared his talents were needed. Nights went on, and after 5 grueling nights of war-class medic work, both the town and mafia were reduced to there leaders, the Godfather and the Mayor, going into the sixth night after the Doc arrived. The Doc couldn't help remembering the mayor had brought him to the town. The more he thought, the more he dreaded his job for tonight. A little TV will soothe my mind, he thought. But, when he turned it on, the only channel broadcasted to this god forsaken town was showing a picture that drove The Doc over the edge. It was Doctor Oz. It was over. The mayor signed his own deathwish 6 days ago. And the Doc left town to the symphony of ear splitting screams from the man that destroyed his life. (credit to Soxman223 )

After leaving the Salem Hospital after 5 years as the "shitty" intern, The Doctor leaves for a house in the Town of Salem. Finally finding the house his parents left behind, The Doctor walks in to find a dusty house layered in medical equipment. Picking out what is important, The Doctor lets the town know about Daily Checkups at his household. The first night, His first patient showed up. As he was patching the stranger up, The stranger said his thanks, grabbed a scalpel, stabbed The Doctor, and left him for dead. The wound was bad, but was not dangerous. Patching himself up, the bombing realization kicked in. He had helped a killer. The Doctor set himself a goal, To help any town members, allowing one self check-up to save medical equipment, and to see the ends of a serial killer. Too bad, he had no medical equipment for burn wounds. (Credit to Setpep)

Escort
Red cloth slips off of the Escort's shoulder as she tiptoes through the door. Her silk dress is but a blanket, wrapped around her body like a towel toga. Her bare feet sink in the cream carpet as she peers into his bedroom, windows with sills of glimmering gold, scarlet wallpaper encrusted with polished rubies, down mattresses bursting with feathers—a far cry from the crumbling brick orphanage she grew up in, where ivy crept up the foot of her bed as she slept on a tattered cot. A lone knife sits on his bedside table and a gun is mounted above his head; under it, a plaque proudly declaring 100-0-0. She scoffs and her plump lips upturn. All this wealth and pride, yet not a single penny for the poor who hunch over in their tents, the children wrapped in cold beached uniforms, those huddled around meager fires. Yet her scorn will be gone when he wakes, and he'll find an angel blessed with high cheekbones and ginger hair that cascades down the center of her back. She stands there until he opens his top drawer with a single finger. A dollar slips over its wooden lip and, the remnants of her grudge melting away, she walks to his bed without a hint of apprehension. Tonight it's a Godfather, tomorrow the uptight Mayor, the next the coarse Survivor—money speaks in this town of chaos and the Escort is all too willing to listen. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Moonbird)

Her high heels clicked on the pavement of Salem, her stride confident. A fur coat and fire-red lipstick gave her her trademark look. In the depths of the darkness stood a stranger, a deranged fellow with several stains of red on his shirt. She took caution, and reminded herself of the mace in her purse, then stepped forward. The sway of her hips and her alluring step didn’t get the attention of the lurking man, but she ventured further to tap on his shoulder. “A hundred for a night, Mister Lonelyhearts.” He did not turn to her, the streetlight somewhat illuminating his face; all she could see was a grin that looked like it could curl to his ears.

“It’s a good offer,” she says, trying to act coy; after working as an underling of the Mafia’s very own Godfather for several years, she was talented in the art of seduction. She had learned the ropes a long time ago when a previous Consort taught her; she decided to strip a little in the middle of that very street.

The man soon turned to her, and the wanted poster that she saw earlier flashed through her brain. The psychopathic trademark grin and the stained clothing only led to one thing. Before she could put her skimpy top back on, the Serial Killer she tried to distract whirled and ended her life. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to BonnieMcKee)

Stepping off the Broadway music scene and into an early retirement, the Escort is a beautiful muse that is as distracting as she is crafty. She uses her wily charms to keep even the most hard-working persons at home and distracted. The Escort will go wherever the going is good, whether that be the Mayor's house, the Godfather's or even the house of a man claiming to show her tricks with a knife. (credit to Ace2369)

The Godfather was fuming. The Vigilante had gotten a lucky shot on his Mafioso, and he aimed to get the Vigilante back before he could find the mafia's Framer as well. That fool had revealed himself to the town, like he was expecting a parade in his honour for shooting the Mafioso. He instructed the Framer to frame the Jester, in hopes the town investigative found it and decided to lynch him, thus hurting themselves. The Framer nodded and walked out, while the Godfather prepared the very weapon he'd passed onto the Mafioso before. He would get the Vigilante back for this. Before he can leave however, the lovely Escort finds her way into his home. Completely distracted by her looks, he stops what he was doing while the Escort encourages him to share a drink with her. The Godfather decides a drink wouldn't hurt, and humours her request. As they're almost finished with their drinks however, a shot cracks through the house and hits the Godfather square in the shoulder. The Vigilante was taking another guess. The Escort, startled quickly runs out of the house, yelling that somebody had been shot. The next morning, the Escort reveals to the town that she had kept the Godfather home all night and nobody had died. The proven Vigilante confirms he shot the Godfather, and yet there the Godfather was, still alive. Before the Godfather knows it, he's on trial with confirmed townsfolk designating him as the Godfather. The Escort cheekily blows him a kiss, exclaiming "Better luck next time, sweetie." and it's the last thing the Godfather sees and hears before the rope tightens around his neck and he is hung. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

A young performer waiting for her big break to join a theater troupe, The Escort makes sure she's ready for her auditions by practicing nightly in her neighboring town members' houses. She'll pirouette for a Doctor about to make a house call, or twirl for the Vigilante, about to take out his gun. Whoever is entertained by the Escort, they seem to forget their troubles, motives, and strong determination to get their job done for the night. Few in the town can find the strength to ignore the charming performer's smile, but only the man with knives in his backpocket can muster the strength to kill the pestering Escort. (Credit to Anna the Merchant)

The paparazzi was to much for her! After the extreme success of her new song, Big Green Snake, Icky Mirage retired to a small town of 15 in the foothills Oregon. It didn't take long for Icky to realize that this town was more than it seemed. It was most likely the worst town in the United States, and Icky loved it! Just like Detroit, she thought. So in accordance to this, sbe lived her life as if she was back with Troy in Detroit. She searched out the most filthy man in the town. First was the Godfather. She bragged about her prowess at catching bad boys in her web of love. Then, they went and hung him! They thanked her for stopping the deaths from the Mafia menace. Well, Icky needs a new boy. So, she went and found herself and even badder boy, the Arsonist. Again, she wrote a song and sang it on the stage. "My boy Hobbs is the biggest, best liar, Never gave sweat, not even perspired, But give him a match, and boy he'll light you on fire!"

Then, he was dead. Again the town thanked Icky for ending of the Arson threat. Icky sighed. She really couldn't keep a boyfriend. (credit to Soxman223).

Investigator
Salem. A place of happiness. Where children played, where the sun shone, and where the hanging noose swung in a slight breeze in the middle of the town.

Salem. A place of sadness. Where the Mafia roamed rampant, where the Serial Killer stabbed innocents, and where the hanging noose swung in a slight breeze in the middle of the town.

His friend was dead. Falsely accused of being a Serial Killer, lynched in the town square seconds before a Lookout burst into the town square, waving a taxi license with his friend's name on it. He had been an innocent Transporter.

His mother and father were dead. Burned to ashes by a man in a gas mask with a can of gasoline in one hand and a box of matches in the other.

His wife and children were dead. Killed late one night by a rampaging werewolf, who had ripped out their hearts and eaten them, while he'd hid, trembling, in a closet.

He was sick and tired of the false accusations. Sick and tired of the innocent dying.

So he gathered supplies. A magnifying glass. Binoculars. Fingerprinting dust.

And one night, he set out into Salem's streets, to peer into the windows of villagers in a desperate attempt to prove them innocent or guilty. He saw...

A collection of serial killer weapons. Saws, knives, syringes of deadly liquid. Or perhaps... A doctor's laboratory. Amputation saws, scalpels, antibiotics.

A Consort's red dress, covered in blood from the men she'd charmed into letting down their guard, so her friends could stab them. Or perhaps... An Escort's red dress, with lipstick smears from her work to protect the town.

Which story would be right?

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Working as an undercover genius underneath the sheriff, the investigator sets off on his quest to bring the mafia and the serial killer to justice. Hiding behind a voice filter, he searches the night for clues towards the end of the dark days, alone, just how he has always preferred.

However, it seems that his time was short lived, for he never had enough evidence to convict the doctor of being the serial killer. He had, that night, spied a large knife left all on its lonesome, on a worn wooden workbench. The janitor had cleaned up so many bodies that he had no idea if the serial killer was dead or not. Eventually, he went in with all guns blazing, putting his luck on the line, accusing the doctor of being a serial killer, to no avail. They lynched him, and the investigator was surprisingly quiet after that. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to WCHpon3)

The Investigator carefully selects the person in question by day, then sneaks off to the house of the accused at night. Peeking in through a open window, he is stunned to see knives lining the walls of the house, blood-stained and gleaming in the moonlight. That's all the investigator needs to see before he leaves quickly. He is convinced he has found a Serial Killer, and makes sure to call him out by day. The "Serial Killer" panics and quickly claims he is a doctor, doing his job. With the help of the Town, the "doctor" is quickly lynched, as the Town crowds around the person as they look for hints of their role. Medical files fall out of the pocket of the dead body, as medication is loosely held in the dead man's hands. One person slowly looks up and points an accusing finger at the Investigator, before loudly and clearly stating: "Lynch him." (credit to FlamingCatzIce)

Notepad and pen in hand, the Investigator goes off at night to the house of a fellow member who has raised suspicion in the Town after a chain incineration of an Arsonist. Through inspection of the house, he finds just about all he needs to confirm the suspicions: the distinguishable smell of gas. He knew that the Town's only Transporter had died to the hands of the Werewolf, and with no Amnesiac to wander the graves of the dead with any hope of remembering his Transporter days, he jots down the person as the Arsonist. The following day, the suspected is uncovered and lynched, and the Investigator walks away, patting himself on the back for a job well done. (credit to Phentom Foxeh)

In the streets of Salem, a man in a trench coat prowls the night in search of clues. The Investigator is a former police detective with years under his belt of stopping governmental corruption. Using his keen sense of perception, he examines his target's home, habits, business and trash to determine their role in utter secrecy. His relationship with the Sheriff is a tenuous one because he fears corruption, but finds allies in the Spy and Lookout. (credit to Ace2369)

The Investigator was born a bright and inquisitive child hired by the Mayor in times of crisis as a private eye who gathers information for the town. Using his brilliant mind and the art of deduction and process of elimination, the Investigator tracks and narrows down the last Mafia. He develops a suspicion on a fellow man who he decides to investigate tonight. Upon visiting said man, he discovers he owns weapons. He proclaimed, "They could be a Veteran, Vigilante, or Mafioso". With the Mayor's support and the bodyguards and doctors looking over him, he announce this to the town, and despite the man's defense, the man turned out to be the last member of the Mafia. The Mayor congratulates the Investigator on his hard work and the Investigator goes home a tired man, yet rewarded with driving the Mafia out of the town. (unregistered contributor)

A former police officer opens the cold door handle of his " humble abode." He prowls the street, looking for clues, visiting his target's house, and trying to find out what their role is. He looks in the window and he sees multiple people. The people are talking about..... other people dying. He turns around and a firm voice startles him. It was a Werewolf. The Werewolf goes for his head and eventually succeeds. The bite is on his forehead, and blood is seeping out. He visits the Doctor's house and gets the wound stitched up. He then speaks words of wisest wisdom. " If there is no one to investigate, you are useless. But if you find out how to investigate someone in a new way, the situation will present itself." He then slips past the shadows and goes back home. The last words he speaks are the ones that lynched the evil. He said, "He attacked the Jailor, therefore, he must be the Serial Killer." He then has no excuse and is lynched, going for a win for the town. (unregistered contributor)

The Investigator surveyed his target carefully during the day. He seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Fidgeting a bit and looking back at his house with uncertainty. Why? The Investigator aimed to find out. Night fell upon the town and the Investigator readied his equipment to find out what he could about this person. He sneaked through the back door of his target's home and carefully into the basement, turning on his flashlight. What he saw confirmed his suspicions. Weapons lined the walls, from big to small, ammunition stacked up next to desks or in boxes. He couldn't have been a Vigilante, the Vigilante killed himself a couple nights ago after shooting the Veteran. There was only one last possibility. Quickly, the Investigator withdrew from the basement, sneaking back out the rear of the house. Next morning, the town is delighted to find the body of the Godfather in the middle of the street. The Jailor had executed him. Unsurprisingly, the one person who didn't look at all enthusiastic about seeing the dead Godfather, was the same person the Investigator checked the night before. He noted this, and while the town talked among themselves, the Investigator stepped forward and spoke up. He was ready to accuse the Mafioso, who was now the Godfather. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Jailor
The sun had set. People moved along the paths and roads of the nighttime streets. One figure, his hand moving to turn the doorknob and enter a house, found himself in handcuffs and hauled away under the cover of darkness. He would not be in his bed that night, nor out doing his duty. Instead he would find himself tossed into a small jail cell with stone walls and a barred window above a locked door. A voice comes through the bars, in a sovereign tone, "What is your role in this mess?" The figure, alone in the cell, sweats and looks from the cell door back up towards the bars. The voice sounds again, compelling and potent in its ultimatum, "Claim your role or you will die."

Handcuffed and nervous, he calls out, "I'm the doctor! I was only trying to help someone."

It didn't work. He could hear the sound of a gun being taken out of its holster and cocked. The sovereign voice of the Jailor sounds again, "You know... I had a visit from the doc yesterday. It wasn't you." The door opened. The pistol aimed. The cuffed figure never saw the light of day. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Eldresh)

The day has just ended, and the night has just begun. A voice whispers to the man, "Come with me." "Hey, let go of me. Who are you anyways?" "You are under arrest. I am the Jailor. You need not know me by name. I know who you are, but I must know what you are." They talk throughout the night, and the person answers all of the questions straightforward. The Jailor, finding no fault in him, releases him the following morning. The following evening and night, the cycle repeats. But this person will not tell the Jailor what he is. The Jailor threatens to execute him, but the man refuses to comply. Somewhat reluctantly, the Jailor leads the man to his private chopping block, where he ties down the man. With one swift motion, he chops of the man's head. In the morning, the town searches the man's house and determines the man is a Serial Killer. The Jailor pats himself on the back, congratulating himself on a job well done. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Anonymous0726)

After hearing news that the Mafia killed the other guard at the town jail, the other guard need to step up his game and use the jail wisely. He decided to name himself the "Jailor." However, he needed the Mayor's permission first. The Mayor agreed to allow him to be the "Jailor," but he is only allowed to jail one person each night, can only execute up to three people in total and he will lose his executing privileges if a town member happens to be executed. In addition, the Jailor was not allowed to execute on the first night as the Mayor believed that a night one execution would be too risky in terms of executing a town member. The Jailor was excited to jail his first prisoner. He first asked for his role and the prisoner claimed Doctor. He was not able to execute since it was night 1. The Jailor did not have a reason to execute his prisoner either. However, sadly, he found himself dead, and before he blacked out for good, he wrote down the name of the prisoner, what role he claimed, and that if I jail a Serial Killer and choose not to execute him, he attacks me. The entire town saw the Jailor's last will the next morning and the Serial Killer was lynched that day. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to chitownmvp01)

The Jailor, a hardened ex-warden of one of the country's toughest prisons was asked by his childhood friend, the Mayor, to come to Salem to help with the threat of the mafia. Now he secretly detains suspicious people in a cell under his house, rendering them useless for the night while he squeezes information out of them. Taking every precaution to preserve his identity (including voice modifiers and blindfolding suspects), the only thing that makes the Jailor shudder is the thought of jailing the man with the knives. (unregistered contributor)

Specialising in restraint, the Jailor swoops down on his target and has them locked up before they can say "I am blackmailed". From there, the target is questioned and if the Jailor doesn't like what he hears, he has been given the Fifth Freedom by the Mayor to execute on sight. He's been called crude, brutal, dominating and even sociopathic, but one thing is for sure; the Jailor gets results, whether you like it or not. (credit to Ace2369)

The Jailor was once a young adult, he was still with his father during this time. His father was the town's hero, he was strong, smart, stealthy, and strangely, a master at restraint, he would also do the executions of any criminal for the town with his axe. The Jailor's father was teaching him the ways and traditions of the family, by this time, his training was almost complete to be just like him. One day, the town was attacked, new people who had joined the town was apparently a part of the Mafia, out of nowhere, the Godfather shoots the Sheriff in the back of the head. Then, the Mafioso was the sniper and he started shooting the town from a distance, the Jailor's father then restrains the Mafioso, the Mafioso didn't notice until it was too late for him. Then, right before The Jailor's father executes the Mafioso with his axe, a Serial Killer creeps out of the woods and stabs him in the back. With his father's last breaths, he mustered up the will to restrain him, but didn't have enough strength to finish the job. The Jailor then followed his father's footsteps, during this time, the Mafioso, rolled away during the encounter. The Jailor then came upon his father's corpse, with his axe in his hand. The Serial Killer says, "Whoever that guy was he just tried to kill me, can you please cut me loose?", The Jailor then said, "That man was my father! Tell me what happened!" He then picked up his father's axe and laid the sharp part of the axe on the back of the Serial Killer's neck, the Serial Killer began stuttering out of fear, the Jailor then said, "That's what I thought." Then, he executed him with his father's axe, he then inspected to find out what had happened, he then found out, the person he had just killed was a Serial Killer. He then left his home town, he never looked back, for he knew, it can never be the same again. (credit to Minecraftstyle09)

After 10 years of you being a bodyguard the Sheriff inspected him making Salem's new jailor. With your years spent on being bodyguard you didn't have much money only allowing you to build a small jail with one cell plus and eletric chair. At first the Sheriff didn't approve but then when the Godfarther and Serial Killers came the Sheriff was glad he choosen you. (credit to Georgethepigmonster)

The Jailor sips his coffee as he stares at the papers on top of his table. They all belonged to the people he had executed. “Please, I beg of you, I am simply the Transporter!” His prisoner pleads, grabbing the fence getting in the way of his freedom and shook it violently, trying to get the Jailor's attention. The Jailor, however, did not lay a single eye on his prisoner. As the prisoner was shaking the fence violently, something fell out of his pocket: a lighter. At once, the Jailor had finally laid eyes on his prisoner, noticing what had fallen out of the man's pocket. He was an arsonist. The Jailor opened the drawer to his right and took out a gun of a Mafioso he had executed. The Jailor stood up and aimed the bullet at his prisoner's head. The prisoner's eyes widened when he realized he was being executed on the spot. The Jailor glares coldly at his prisoner. “You may fool the town, but you can never fool me.” (credit to AzureSeptember)

The Jailor stepped in front of the bars detaining his target, arms behind his back. He leaned close and surveyed his prisoner for the night. Almost immediately, the prisoner spoke. He called himself the Lookout. The Jailor rubs his chin thoughtfully, his face hidden underneath the brim of his hat. He asked the Lookout for what he saw the past couple of nights. The Lookout was all too eager to respond. He mentioned the Sheriff had been visited by two people the night he died. The Jailor was convinced, until the Lookout spoke the Jailor's name as one of those who had visited the Sheriff that night. The Jailor had jailed the Doctor on that night to protect him. He smirked and shook his head at the "Lookout" who raised his eyebrow at the Jailor. "No." rebutted the Jailor, "I did not visit the Sheriff that night." and with that, he takes his hat off to reveal his face to the "Lookout" whose eyes widen in fear. The Jailor reaches for his holster, revealing a revolver, putting it square between the liar's eyes and firing. Next morning, the body was found in the middle of town. After a search of his pockets, a set of forged documents were found. The "Lookout" was actually the Framer. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

It was a dark night and the jailor was heading to the vigilante`s house to have some tea. All of a sudden, he hears a scream. The mafia have struck again. He runs to the vigilante`s house and sees him lying on the ground. He holds him as he whispers his dying words. "Steve." Determined to bring justice, he accuses Steve but no one believes him. He heads to the mayor`s house to address his concerns. "Ok" the mayor says. "I will let you take this into your own hands. Talk to Steve at night. I give you permission to preform execution, but if you are wrong, that right will be taken away. I do, however still trust you to find leads since you are headstrong." The jailor walks to the jailhouse, permit in hand, Steve in the backseat of his car. "Tell me what you did last night" he says. Steve replies "I was taking care of my wife. She`s dearly sick and I don`t know what to do." "Oh, Allysa`s sick" the jailor asks. "Very" Steve responds. The jailor turns around, gun in hand, finger on trigger. "Your wife`s name is Brooke." (Credit to CindyZhengForev)

The Jailor sat in the graveyard, looking at the grave of his friend, the Vigilante. He had been cleaned, but the Jailor knew what he was, as he was his friend. The Mafia had killed him. The Vigilante had given the Jailor one thing though: his gun. One bullet left, as he had shot 2 other Mafia members before his death. One bullet. The Jailor thought to himself, and finally came to a conclusion on who the Godfather might be. That night, the Godfather awoke at midnight in a jail cell. The Godfather was surprised. Suddenly, he heard a voice. "What are you?" asked the Jailor. The Godfather's Janitor had told him about who the cleaned person was, and he thought he could lie. "I'm a Vigilante." he replied. A gunshot rang across the streets, and the Jailor went to investigate from the window. A body flew out the open door of a house, and a mop fell from the limp corpse. The Janitor had visited a Veteran. That was good. Only one Mafia remained, and the Jailor knew who it was.

"The Vigilante is dead, and you will join him soon." The Jailor said.

The Godfather jumped to his feet, and reached down into his pocket. He pulled his hand out, and tried to pull a trigger that wasn't there. He realized in horror that the Jailor had confiscated his weapon. The Jailor smirked. He picked up the gun from his dead friend, and aimed it at the Godfather's head. The Godfather's eyes were filled with terror, and he stammered a plead to live. But the Jailor wasn't manipulated so easily. He pulled the trigger, and the Godfather's body slumped to the ground to the jail floor. (Credit to User:DrivingPrune1

A bodyguard that outlived his target to protect, all to a consort. Being to have killed before with 3 rounds in a Magnum left, he sets up construction. Within about two days, He made a cage out of thick, steel bars from roof to floor, with the room for one occupant. Each night, the New Jailor jails someone every night, knocking them out with a cloth with certain liquids when inhaled, causes unconsciousness. When jailed, there is no sitting pretty, the rookie Jailor will ask you for information about your job. If you seem suspicious, You can leave.. With a bullet in the head. Only reason for you to be shot? Well, you can't lie to a Jailor! He will absorb all the given information, and will sieve the lies from the truth. "You may be a claimed Escort, but my believe in that lie, is none. See ya in hell, Consort." the Jailor said when he found the Consort that stopped him. With 2 bullets, he continues, until stabbed by a Serial Killer, that stuck his arms through the bars. (Credit to Setpep)

A weary towns person peers into the dark streets of Salem. He could have swore there was something there... Never could be too careful in this town. He chuckled and kept walking. He was just imagining something. Just to be safe, he picked up the pace. Suddenly, an arm from behind yanks him back and attempts to shove a cloth over his mouth and nose. He shakes his head violently, squirming and doing whatever possible to get away. A rough voice breaks the silence. "You're going to make this hard for me, ay buddy?" The man tries to scream, but before he gets anything out, his head is slammed against a wall.

Bound, in a cell, and with a terrible headache, the prisoner sits up. Across from him, on the other side of iron bars, sits a shady figure at a table. He stutters. "S-sir, please, I'm inn-" "Oh you're innocent, are you? We'll see about that. What are you?" Afraid, his breath quickens. "My name is-" "I said WHAT ARE YOU." Afraid, the Godfather claims the only role he could. "I-I'm the mayor! I said that yesterday to the town!" "And you didn't reveal because..." The Jailor tapped his foot on the ground. The Godfather went blank, but then thought fast. "I made a deal with the doctor! If I reveal, then I can't be healed. Even ask the doc! I was attacked last night, and healed!" The Jailor only laughs and raises his gun. "The Doc was here last night, bud." And with one shot, the Godfather's body hits the cement floor. (Credit to Happyme212)

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This man may seem like one of the random innocent townsfolk you see day in, day out, but inside his house hides a dark secret. In his basement is a small jail cell with nothing but a rock-hard chair with wires and straps, a ring hanging from the roof, as well as an open squat pot. There is also a desk, a bloodstained block, a control panel with many levers, and a large innocent-looking cabinet. However, inside the cabinet holds items that will shock anyone who looks inside. In the cabinet are items of all kind. Guns, whips, ropes, billy clubs, handcuffs, swords, knives, chemicals, cloths, even a large axe.

This man is the Jailor.

Every night, he kidnaps someone and interrogates them to find out their role and darkest secrets, then makes his conclusion. If he deems the person innocent, he lets them go the next morning with an apology for wasting their time. If not, he opens the cabinet and selects a weapon or moves a lever on the control panel. He then kills his hostage with whatever he feels like using for that night. People call him ruthless, sadistic, cunning and evil, but they all agree on one thing: that whatever he does is for the good of the town.

Lookout
He knew that virtually all of the Mafia scum and some of the out-of-town maniacs preferred to work in night's mask of darkness, so sure that their deeds would be unseen by the sleeping citizens of Salem. Fortunately for the hapless townies, the Lookout works the graveyard shift night after night, repeatedly attempting to catch them red-handed. A former night watchman, he decided that the best way to keep an eye on the criminals of Salem was to beat them at their own game, so he slips seamlessly into the environment, keeping a watchful eye on his slumbering neighbors for any unexpected visitors, all while keeping attention to himself as low as possible. And tonight, his diligence paid off: the next day, his target is found dead in the town square, the town beauty cruelly stabbed to death by the Serial Killer at large. Just as the town erupts into chaos as suspicion falls onto the Escort's last client, the Lookout silences them all before putting out his findings. With his leads, town moves to lynch the Escort's lone visitor despite denouncing the Lookout and vainly trying to defend himself. And as he draws his last breath, a bloodied dagger wrapped in a parchment fall out, defending his actions in a way only a psycho could. The Town breathes a collective sigh of relief, and the Lookout feels elated for just a moment before he slips back into his usual focused demeanor, and into the shadows. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Juuhazan)

The Lookout stands by the wall of the recently revealed Mayor's house, holding a cup to his ear. It may be silly looking, but it's effective. Listening carefully, he hears talking. Not the sound of a fight, but it could still be suspicious. The door creaks open, and the young man flattens himself against the wall of the house, almost invisible. A young woman walks out, smiling. He recognizes her as the woman who claimed to be the Medium just that morning. What could the Medium be doing with the Mayor? She must have been lying.

The next morning, the Lookout shares his findings. The Mayor says nothing, and quickly votes against her. The rest of the town votes against the so-called Medium as well, and all vote guilty. She yells at the town, fist claiming the Lookout is maf, then claiming to be the Jester. The Lookout grins, proud of himself, as the woman is revealed to be the Blackmailer. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Aliria)

The Lookout takes another sip of his coffee, he grows dreary. He knows he must not fall asleep, he must keep watch over the Mayor's house, to spy any unwanted visitors. Just as he thinks "No one is going to come", he sees a fleeting shadow from the corner of his eye. He perks his head up and scans around, suddenly revived. When he cannot find the person again, he grows worried. When he hears the scream, he grows panicked. Just then, he spies a female figure, wrapped in a black cloak, slink out of the now-open front door, and creep away, through the bushes and undergrowth. He knows that face, and is stricken with sadness when he realizes is belongs to Mary, his sister. He lays his face in his hands and cries, then stops, knowing he must turn her in. (credit to Cameron Barry)

The Lookout knows who comes in and who comes out. She follows a suspicious man and sees what happens. The Lookout equipped with binoculars, a notebook, and a lot of pens. She looks at who visits the suspicious one. Two people visit. One is a gal who looks like an Escort, the other is the Investigator. The Investigator leaves before the suspicious man comes back. The Escort was not so lucky when the man picked up a knife... and slashed the Escort down. The lookout realized what happened after the escort dies. At morning she told the mayor about the horrible crime. No one except the invest followed, until she finally convinced the mayor and saved the town from a knife in the head. (credit to tiffanyclarke123)

A van rolls to a stop outside the house in question and the Lookout begins his work. Tapping into street cameras and phone calls, he never loses sight of his target. A master of surveillance, the Lookout uses the latest in technology to observe his chosen target. All clandestine meetings are recorded and co-conspirators are documented, making it impossible for the target to even sneeze without the Lookout knowing. He occasionally does work for the Spy and Investigator, but his true motivation is the currency that keeps his van gassed, his computers running, and his favorite past time alive: people-watching. (credit to Ace2369)

A former gymnast hops onto the tree beside their target's house. She hops onto the roof, looking through the window on top of the roof. She had a very good sense of hearing and was very good at predicting where they were, even in the dark. She squatted on the top of the house, listening and looking. Someone was in there. Luckily, she had such good eyes that she saw who it was, identifying them as well. It was the person that was ALMOST lynched the previous day, and the Investigator had evidence. She heard a deafening SHREEKfrom inside the cottage. The suspect then jumped out of the house, blood on their clothes, scared, and ran for their life. The next day, she told the whole town of Salem about it. The suspect was lynched. The town only had 1 more evil to lynch or kill before the town won. Only if she caught that one too..... More people followed her strategy and gathered information on the rooftops. They lynched the evil doer every time. The were wise, swift, and quiet. No one could catch them on their fleet feet on the tops of houses. Since that day, the lookouts are eagle-eye observers that have those swift feet that the first one had. (unregistered contributor)

The Lookout quickly made his way to the Investigator's house. The Investigator had called out the Godfather earlier that day, and with the Jailor and Doctor dead, he was in a lot of trouble. He clambered his way up the Investigator's house and crawled along the roof, until he was over the front door, looking down. He was betting someone was going to try and finish off the Investigator tonight for sure, and so he lay down to hide himself as best as he could in the dark of the night, and waited. He waited five minutes. He waited ten minutes. He waited fifteen minutes. He waited twenty minutes. His eyes never left the front door, not even for a split second. After about an hour or two, there was a rustling noise behind the house, and it did not go unnoticed by the Lookout. Carefully, he maneuvered his way across the roof to the back of the house and watched. A shadowy figure emerged from the undergrowth and disappeared through the back door of the Investigator's house. He only saw him for a split second, but he knew from the shape of their head just who that person was. He had called himself the Medium earlier that day. There was a gunshot and a cry of pain. The Investigator had been shot, and the intruder quickly zipped out the back of the house. Less than five minutes later, another figure approached the back. The Lookout knew this person as well, from his height or lack thereof. He had called himself the Sheriff and had a large, tall hat to compensate for his small stature. A minute later, there was a strangled cry from the house and this figure too disappeared. The Lookout hurriedly wrote down who had visited the Investigator on this night and kept waiting, but nobody else came. The next morning, the Investigator was found dead with both a bullet wound and a stab wound. Both mafia and Serial Killer had taken a turn on him. The Lookout quickly consulted his notes to check the names of both people and then exclaimed his findings to the town. The Serial Killer was lynched that day, while the Mafioso was shot dead by the Vigilante, both killed thanks to the Lookout's dedication to watching the Investigator's house all night. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The man had always been told that he had sharp eyes. Eagle eyes. Maybe he was born with them, maybe not, but he knew he had to use them to help the town. He threw on a jacket and climbed up to the roof of his house. His eyes locked on the investigator’s house. The Investigator had almost been lynched the previous day. In a panic, he'd verified himself as Investigator using his findings as evidence to save his own skin, while at the same time painting a huge target on his back for the Mafia. The Lookout pulled out his pad of paper, watching. Watching. Sure enough, the Lookout saw two people slide silently into the investigator’s house, people he recognized.

His blood ran cold. One of the men was his next-door neighbor. The Lookout would recognize him anywhere! He shuddered, a chill running down his spine that had nothing to do with the frigid night air, but returned to his job; he had work to do. He recognized the other man, too. He lived four houses down. Now he carried a bucket and a long-handled mop. The door shut, and a gunshot rang through Salem, blood splattered the window. The Lookout bowed his head, allowing himself a second to grieve for his friend and colleague, before raising his head and continuing to stare at the house. The windows were wiped clean and the two departed. He scribbled the names of the Investigator’s fatal visitors on his pad of paper and flipped to the next page, ready for the next night keeping watch. The Lookout’s watch was finished, and dawn was breaking. He climbed back down the ladder, recording his findings in his will, just in case the unthinkable happened, and grimly waited for the sun to rise. He felt he should have done more, but would make do with lynching the mafia scum that murdered his friend, and keeping constant vigil over the town of Salem. (Credit to HookshotHotshot)

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The Spy had overheard a conversation between two men, one who was the confirmed Survivor, thanks to the Consigliere's foolishness, and the other who claimed Bodyguard but suspected to be the Arsonist. The suspect Arsonist had told the Survivor of the plot to douse a certain person, however, the Spy had overheard and told the Lookout, as well as the victim in question. As the day ended, the Lookout decided to watch the victim in hopes of catching the Arsonist.

That night, the Lookout stealthily crept to his target's home, hiding in a bush. He carried nothing but a pair of binoculars and a notepad. Once he got there, he saw someone with a machine gun creep in. That man must be the Mafioso, as the Jailor was jailing the suspect Godfather. A gunshot then rang out. More people came to visit the man in question, carrying various items. More gunshots. He counted them. One, two, three... Eleven people in total came to visit his target. Then he saw his target peer out a window and look at him. With a shotgun barrel pointing at him. That, and a flash was the last thing the Lookout saw in his life.

The next day, the Lookout's spirit saw thirteen dead bodies on the ground. One was himself, one was the Arsonist, and one was the Godfather. The rest he did not recognise. The Mayor then asked the man who went on the killing spree who he was, and he replied "I am the Veteran." The Lookout then realised: he had been watching a heartless, paranoid war hero who could kill dozens, then calmly announce the event the next day. He had died needlessly. However, the evildoers had been driven out of town.

Mayor
The elderly man sat up and continued to read the hate mail from the delinquents. All with one message, and that message promising death. The Mayor took this as a grain of salt. Death, BAH! They were just kids that hated his policies and rules that, in fact, kept them safe. Kept them safe from what? Why, the dreaded ruffians in fact. Those conniving killers were a pain in his run but he knew that they were afraid of his power. Such threats would not get to him. In fact, it would only strengthen his resolve to better secure the town. He knew he had support, from the day he would reveal himself as Mayor, he knew he would have the town behind him. Until then, he'd let those no-gooders laugh at the Mayor's 'cowardice'. No, he wasn't a coward. He was simply waiting for the right time, and when that time came, he knew that those who opposed town would tremble. Oh how we would savor victory. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to axlorg89)

As election time started, there was two contestants. The newly chosen Mayor, and the former Godfather. There were riots of course, and two different groups. One group voted for Mayor, the other group voted for the Godfather. But after it gone too far, groups started killing each other. Little do they know, election results was hidden for the good of the town. Both groups were disappointed that they couldnt learn who was elected. One night, Mayor secretly entered into the rooms where elections where made, and he saw that he was elected and also saw the badge. Taking it with himself, Godfather also entered the room after him. After seeing that he wasnt elected, he was angry. By that moment, Mayor always blamed himself for the mafia corrupting the town. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to EdmundMcGaben)

One day, the Mayor woke up. He thought that something was off within the town. After he got dressed and ate breakfast, he walked around Salem, examining for any issues within the town. After walking around for about an hour, the Mayor found a blood-filled note hanging on the door of someone's house. It said, "Beware, we are coming to kill you too." The Mayor quickly deduced from the note that the Mafia are hiding within the town limits. He needed to take action quickly. The faster the Mafia get eliminated, the better. Sprinting to the church, the Mayor rang the bell and shouted, "Everybody! Go to the town hall immediately!" When he arrived at the town hall, he encountered 13 confused faces, anxious to know what was going on. The Mayor came up to the podium and revealed. "I am the Mayor!" he yelled. "I have found evidence that the Mafia are among us! We must kill them quickly before they kill all of us! Please come into my office one by one to tell me your role! Everybody must do this! If you do not, you are hampering our efforts and I will not hesitate to get you lynched!" (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to chitownmvp01)

After a long, stressful campaign, one candidate is selected to lead the town. This candidate is the Mayor, and after settling a few problems, he goes off to one of his three vacation homes and relaxes until he is called back because of a problem the people cannot fix. After observing and gaining information as a "regular" townie, he reveals as the Mayor and uses his mastery of politics to successfully lynch a Mafia member. Sadly his reign is short-lived. He knows that his childhood rival, the Godfather, must be in the Town of Salem and surely will try to kill him as he hears of this. The Mayor cannot get the Doctor to heal him due to money issues and later, late at night on his first day back, his fears are confirmed. The Godfather, along with his Disguiser and Janitor have come to kill him. (unregistered contributor)

After a long campaign, one candidate from the Town of Salem is elected to lead the town. The Mayor enjoys his privacy, keeping quiet and vacationing in one of his three favorite vacation homes, until the town is threatened. Once revealed the Mayor commands respect from all Town members and uses his mastery of politics to carry more weight in voting trials. In this exposed state, he becomes the target of the 2nd Runner up to the mayor electoral committee, his rival since childhood; the Godfather. (unregistered contributor)

The Mayor and the Godfather stood opposite each other, the bodies of three people around there as well. The Serial Killer, having commit suicide over lynching the Jester the day before, the Medium, who was the Serial Killer's final victim, and the Jailor, who had been the Godfather's latest kill. The Godfather sneered at the Mayor, who didn't say nor do anything in return. He would finish off the Mayor tonight, and claim the town for the mafia. For ages, the two remaining townsfolk stood across the courtyard from each other, staring each other down as if it were a standoff. The Godfather was curious, though. He didn't know who his last kill was going to be. An Escort? A Doctor? The voting period begun. The Godfather pointed his finger at the Mayor, voting for him. The Mayor leered at the Godfather, then pulled out some documents. The Godfather narrowed his eyes. What was the Mayor doing? The Mayor then held out the documents. Certificates verifying himself as Mayor. Immediately, the Godfather knew what was going to happen, and he was quickly shunted into the circle where his Framer had been lynched just two nights prior. The Godfather was too surprised by this sudden turn of events to say anything. The Mayor raised his fist...and turned it into a thumbs-down. He would not forget what the mafia had done to his town, and he certainly would not let the Godfather get away with it. The Godfather was only able to glare at the Mayor with hatred before the stool was pulled from underneath him and he was lynched like his comrade had been, just before. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Medium
She waits until night, then grabs out her crystal ball. The magic words are spoken, foreign to others but oh so familiar to her. The opaque ball clears, now translucent in nature. The town has called her foolish many times for messing with "fake magic", but they know not of its true properties. Words from the souls of the dearly departed appear. She shifts through their own personal conversations to find the one talking to her. A Sheriff had found on his last night a member of the mafia, but had been too late to write it in a will. They say dead men tell no tales, but that is not true for the Medium. She tells her fellow townspeople next day of the Sheriff's final confession. The mafia member is hanged, the townspeople cheer, but this victory did not come without a price. She is shot the next night, no doubt by the revenge-seeking mafia. Her life is over, but her job is not. In one final act, she seances a trusted member of the living, and shares what final information the dead hold. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to HOM3STUCK413)

The Medium was not a buxom, soulful woman with beads around her neck, but just a regular Townie that walked among the rest. Raised in a family of Pagans, the Medium knew nothing but otherworldly experiences and spirituality. After the latest lynching, the Medium shut the door behind them, careful not to disturb the order of the things she had around the house; it was important.

She grabbed five candlesticks and stood them in a circle, ready to begin the process. The death of their latest Townie struck them all by surprise, but what got them even more was the fact that nothing of theirs was to be found. The Medium lit the candles and began to chant. Whispers surrounded her, and soon enough, they were clear enough to hear. Scared that the dawn of the next day would come before she could finish, she immediately asks the last will and testament of the mysterious victim.

"A Janitor has cleaned me," the dead man explained. "I'm the Sheriff, and the man posing as a Retributionist is a Werewolf!" The Medium tries to listen, but the sun began to rise and the voices became more and more faint. She scribbles the information onto her last will, ready to confront the town with the dead man's identity. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to BonnieMcKee)

Night falls as the Medium lights a single candle centered on the wooden table. She makes herself comfortable in the chair and picks up her quill she already bought along with the parchment and ink well, before she asks any spirits to make their presence known by flickering the orange flame from the candle. At first there is no response so she repeats her request. Finally there is a flicker; she asks if they were the latest victim of the mafia's murderous tendencies, tapping once for yes and twice for no. One tap: that means the spirit in the Medium's company was the Sheriff who visited their killer but never had the chance to confirm their role or their name. She instructs the apparition to possess her hand and write the name of the killer. The spirit obliges as the Medium watches the supernatural being reveal the name of their Executioner one letter at a time. However, she suddenly slumps forward. While the Godfather pulls the knife from the Medium's lifeless corpse, the Janitor eradicates any evidence of her occupation and their boss' name on the parchment.

The next morning one of the town's people hears a disembodied voice reveal the name of the Godfather. They pipe up in hopes that the other residents believe such a wild accusation. No matter how much the Godfather tries to defend themselves with lies, the towns folk decides to imprison them for the night.

Luckily they lynched a Serial Killer a few days before and since then one person died by the mafia's hand every night. Those who remained alive yesterday were present today, no one died. The spirit of the Medium watched the town hang the Godfather, before she vanished into the afterlife with the knowledge that the town could at least avenge her, the poor unfortunate Sheriff and many others who died by their hand. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Tashi-Cat)

After many years of spiritual transcendence, the Medium decides to walk the streets of Salem and speak with its ill-begotten dead. Performing a Seance, the Medium speaks to spirits and converses with them. The Medium's power is greatly undervalued, for the dead have a habit of spilling all of their secrets. (credit to Ace2369)

Sneaking out into the night, the Medium rushes to the dark Salem graveyard. He pulls out an ancient tome, and begins his work. Reciting the mysterious words written inside, white mists slowly pour out from the shadowed gravestones. They are the spirits of those that died in earlier days. The Medium coaxes the dead for information, hoping to gain at least some hope to hold on to. The spirit of a Lookout then speaks up, stating the Godfather's identity. With a small thanks, the Medium turns to head back, but the Mafia have struck again as a silent bullet in the night ends the Medium's life. The information does not end there, though, as later that night, the Medium rises again to whisper his last knowledge to an Investigator. He then goes back home to his grave, resting happily, knowing that the Town will survive. (credit to XXNinjaScoreXx and an unregistered contributor)

The spirit's mouth began to move. He spoke swiftly and urgently with meaning. The medium listened to him carefully, picking out the important details of his talk. The medium recorded all the data and sent the spirit away after properly thanking him. The medium went to leave the room when she saw a woman with a knife standing in the doorway.... The next day, the medium watched as the information she received was put to good use. Even though she had died at the hands of the serial killer, the information the Investigator's spirit had given her led the town to lynch the arsonist. The medium's spirit smiled gleefully. All that was left for her to do was seance the jailor, then she could go peacefully into the night. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

The Medium returns to the graveyard once again, visiting the grave of the Investigator and performing a ritual. The grave reacts and a white mist trails from it. The spirit of the town's Investigator is coaxed out and the Medium speaks, asking him what his latest results turned up before he was killed. The Investigator is all to happy to answer, revealing the identity of the Serial Killer. The Doctor in the grave next to the Investigator confirms for the Medium that this must be the case. The Medium thanks them and prepares to leave and return to their home. The Mafioso however, has other plans for the Medium and fires his pistol once, twice, thrice at the Medium, each shot landing before fleeing. The next morning, the Sheriff identifies the Mafioso successfully, getting him lynched and leaving just the Sheriff, Veteran, Jester, Serial Killer and Jailor. That night, the Medium uses their powers from beyond the grave to speak directly to the Jailor. The Medium divulges the information originally intended to be passed on, and the Jailor acknowledges, while having the Jester in jail. The next morning, the Sheriff is found dead, sure enough. The Veteran and Jailor point fingers at the Serial Killer, but the Jester refuses to aid the town in lynching him and instead points fingers at the Jailor along with the Serial Killer. The voting results in a stalemate, but the Jailor is not done yet. That night, he jails the Serial Killer, repeats the information the Medium passed onto him as evidence, and made one of his bloodiest executions yet, as payback for the Serial Killer killing his friend, the Sheriff. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Medium knew that the Jailor had been killed by the serial killer he had jailed, but nobody would believe her. The town thought her "magic" was smoke and mirrors, trickery and deception that had almost got her killed when she was still a kid. The Medium reached to grab her crystal ball and blew out her candle. The crystal ball glowed eerily, casting shadows all around the room. But the medium was not afraid. "Old friend, is he really the Serial Killer?" She whispered aloud to the empty room. Her crystal ball went black as the dead Jailor answered. "Yes Medium, please tell the town to hang him so that I can rest easy." The Jailor replied. The Medium hung her head, and was about to drift off when another voice piped up. "Medium, don't forget that Cotten Mather is the godfather!" The spirit of the Jailors son, the Spy reminded her. "Yes, sure thing." The Medium replied. She set her crystal ball back in place and walked outside to breathe some fresh air. "Woman ought not to play fairy tale." The Arsonist said as the timbers of the Mediums old wooden house collapsed in a fiery heap. "No, help!" The Medium called. "Doctor!" The Doctor rushed over along with the Bodyguard, but the Medium was already burnt to ashes. The next day debates occurred, and in the end a Vampire was hung. Who will the town listen to?" The Medium pondered. The doctor, her fiancé was her choice. That night the Doctor could hear the voice of his dead fiancé. "Honey, please tell the town that Cotten and Samual are evil." A voice echoed from the shadows. The doctor, who was practicing at home knew that this was the Mediums final message from beyond the grave. "You can rest easy now sweetie. The town can rest easy." The next day the Serial Killer was hung, and the Arsonist incinerated the Godfather and afterwards was shot by the Vigilante. The Medium closed her eyes and drifted away, knowing that all the sacrifices weren't pointless. (Credit to IzzyLee511)

It had been on a stupid dare that the young woman bought the set of Tarot cards and an “ancient” charm necklace and agreed to practice an old voodoo ritual her friends had found. It had been just an idiotic test of bravery; the girl hadn’t expected anything to happen. However, no sooner had the last mystic word of the chant left her lips than her mind was flooded with thought, thoughts that weren’t hers, thoughts of regret, pain, and vengeance. Mist billowed around the room before collecting into vaguely human shapes. In a panic, she ordered the spirits to name themselves.She started to sob hysterically as they identified themselves as friends of hers, friends who had died in a spree killing a few days earlier. The spirits kept her company and whispered to her throughout the night, telling her that she was needed in a small town by the name of Salem, before fading as the sun rose and promising to return, come nightfall.

The spirits had been right. The small sleepy town was a host of unsavory characters. A crazed maniac cut a new victim to ribbons each night, an arm of the Mafia had made themselves known with bullets and threats and blood, and strange howls rang through the night, signaling more massacred members of this town. The town was going to need her, because plenty of poor souls were going to die. The Medium settled in warily, running her hands over the old, worn Tarot cards she still kept, the same set that had changed her life. As the sun began to set and the moon took its place, she spread out the cards and chanted as the departed souls of Salem rose from the mist that surrounded her, the spirits of the Sheriff, the Investigator, and the Mayor. The Medium smiled and listened to their untold tales, their findings and their observations, knowing that she could help the town when morning came. And she knew that even if she didn't live until the morning, the spirits would keep her company. (Credit to HookshotHotshot)

Retributionist
As darkness falls, a young boy walks home hand-in-hand with his mother. The Medium gently tucks her son in to bed. The boy drifts off to sleep. The only noises heard that night were a knock at the door and a faint scream.

Awakening the next day, the innocent child stares in anguish at the body of the woman who raised and loved him. As tears fall from his face, he calls out, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Receiving no relief to this pain, the weeping boy staggers into the town square to share the horrific news. Returning home that night, the broken boy collapses onto his bed. Falling asleep, the boy looks up at the stars and wishes and prays to be with his mother again.

As the sun rises on Salem the next day, a young boy walks into town hand-in-hand with his mother. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to BraveVesperia)

She paces her room in frustration, who to chose who to chose. Who was the most valuable, and who could be valuable again? She hated having to measure her friends life to a mere amount of worth, they were all close to her. Alas, she could only bring one back from the dead. A wand given to her long ago by a kind wizard. Only one use, but a powerful use indeed. She sighs and tries once again to size up her friends. The sun is rising, she knows she must choose quickly. As the first golden rays of the sun appear on the horizon, she rushes to the graveyard, wand in hand, heart racing, her decision made. A Doctor who had helped the town tremendously, but had not thought to help himself. She kneels down by his grave and bows her head. "You were a noble Doctor, may you have life once more." She points the wand at the Doctor's grave, white light streaming from the wand and into the body below. She leaves as quickly as she came, returning to her house as the town, plus a Doctor back from beyond, rise for the day. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to HOM3STUCK413)

The night is dark and cold, and she is sure a murderer lurks in every shadow. In one hand she holds the key to the morgue, which she stole this morning, in the other she clutches her silver dagger. With shaking hands she unlocks the door, throwing anxious glances over her shoulder. Finally the rusty lock moves. Within seconds she can open the door, rush inside, and then close it behind her. It's dark there but she doesn't dare to turn on the light. Instead she fumbles her way down the corridor, until she reaches the room where the bodies are stored. It's cold in there, which is no surprise. Usually, only one or two of the metal tables have somebody lying on them, but tonight almost all are occupied. She walks among them, checking the tags tied to their toes, until she finds the right one. She pulls back the white blanket covering the body and is greeted by a familiar face. 'Hello friend,' she whispers, and then pushes the dagger into the bodies chest. The silver dagger glows with a bright light for a few seconds. When the light disappears it's gone. 'Welcome back.' Her friend opens their eyes. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Norling)

Silently pacing around from one end to the other, his gaze falls over the fallen of the town, silently pondering what would be there in the afterlife. As he was talking with some of the victims, together with the town Medium, his mind keeps dwelling off to an old tome he had with him for many years, one he was ever given by a white witch when he was only an acolyte. In a small burst of light, his eyes widen as he remembers the book clearly, and walks over to one of the dead bodies. As he opens the old tome, he holds his other hand over the head of one of the bodies, with a clear white light emitting from it. "I am sorry to disturb your rest, my old friend, but it is not yet your time." (credit to Knuffeldraak)

Working with ancient magic long forgotten by any Witch, the Retributionist performs magic that can turn the tide in the Town's favor. Ressurecting one target of choice, the Retributionist drains all of his magic in this glorious act of god-like power; rendering his physical body no different than the average Town. (unregistered contributor)

The first Retributionist grew up with a Witch. Not a bad Witch, more like the White Witch. Her mother had the hands of God, the magic of no one else, and the beauty of a princess. Then one day, Salem didn't really think she was a good witch. Her mother was burned (since she was a witch), all of the arts of magic in her daughter's hands. She started digging in the notebook on the day it was supposed to be her mother's 1028th birthday. She then discovered one little page. It was titled "The Arts Of Reviving." She dug into it deeper, and deeper, and deeper. She now knew how to do a SPECIAL magic. Reviving. She would be known as the Retributionist, and she would have the gift of giving a second chance in life. She gave that chance to her mother. She was turned into a proper witch, and she and her mother became healers, retributionists, and potion makers. The first retributionist was a mentor, and she had students. The most curious were the ones to be real retributionists some day, one day. (unregistered contributor)

Time was running out for the town. It was down to the Retributionist, the Godfather, and the Jester. The Retributionist had only one shot. He had to make it count. He paced back and forth along the graves, carefully thinking. He thought about the Jailor. He could execute the Godfather and bring an end to this chapter. But the Jester was in the Godfather's pocket. They'd lynch the Jailor in the morning again. After another half an hour wandering back and forth among the graves, he stopped and looked at one. Why didn't he think about that before? He quickly knelt down, setting his tome down and preparing the ritual. He whispered quietly to himself, the chosen grave glowing white. Then a hand forced its way through the dirt. Slowly, the occupant rises from the dirt, coughing and spluttering as he spits dirt out of his mouth. The Retributionist smiles at him, happy with his decision. Even if the Godfather shot him when he went back home, he knew that this would be the one decision that turns the tables on the Godfather, whether the Retributionist lived to see it, or not. As the resurrected person gets to his feet, so does the Retributionist who offers his hand out for a handshake. "Hello again, Mayor. Time to get some revenge." (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Investing her time within Magic from the dead witch had paid off, she turned out to be a better witch than anyone ever was. If she had a nickel every time a Townie died, 5 nickels would lay within her hand. With the crime of these killings still unsolved, she didn't think with her mind, but with her heart. "Who had the most injustice done to thee?" She asked. Before even asking herself, she knew the answer. Hanging an innocent was the worst injustice, she shuddered at the thought that the Veteran was betrayed by his own town, and to think she, SHE thought he was guilty? Surely, the Veteran was it. She dug the grave out, and with the last of magic she had gained from the witch, she gave the Veteran another life. During the day time, she was discovered to have done things to the Veteran which gave him life again. Some claimed her to be a witch. "No!" The Mayor exclaimed as he rose up. "She is a Retributionist." (credit to Nedly)

The young woman buried her face in her hands. There had to be a way to do this. Something, anything, that could help them, or the whole town was doomed! She thought about it, the faces of everyone they'd lost flashing through her mind. They had all been so good at things. The kindly old Mayor, able to sway everyone's opinions and unite them towards a common goal, the doctor and his unparalelled skill with an injury, even the old Veteran who lived at the edge of the town had been more help than her, shooting the Serial Killer when he came looking for prey. She curled her hands into fists thinking about him. How that man at the jail had trusted him, and instead of being thanked, had just gotten murdered for his trouble by the very man he'd set free. She knew in her heart that he could keep everyone in the town safe, if only he hadn't been killed so horribly, so thoughtlessly. If only...

It was stupid. Pointless. Thinking about it wouldn't help any, but she kept it up. The Jailor's warm smile, his arms strong but not intimidating. The more she thought, the more it ached, until she couldn't take it anymore, until she cried herself to sleep.

The next morning, at their town meeting, there was a familiar face. There was also one less familiar face. The Jailor explained that, in the afterlife, the dead Sheriff had told him who was responsible for the killings, who the Godfather's pawn was. They wouldn't kill the Mafioso, no. Then the mafia would just elect someone to take his place. With the only person willing to get their hands dirty trapped, however, the rest were slowly weeded out. And then, once each of them had been dealt with, the Jailor finally put a bullet in the Mafioso's head.

She should have been happy. Finally, the town was safe. But the Retributionist missed all of her friends. No matter how hard she thought of them, how much she begged and pleaded with every diety she could think of, it appeared that the Jailor was the only one who would ever come back. (Credit TehMorganator (talk))

The weary middle-aged man collected himself, grabbing a large stone cross-like artifact from beneath his bed. The Retributionist opens his door as silently as possible, trying his hardest not to make a sound. He breathes a heavy sigh of worry, as he hastily makes his way around to the back of his house, being as stealthy as possible, hoping to avoid the night’s evils. When he finally feels safe around the backside of his home, he breaks into a sprint, running toward the old graveyard in the forest on the outskirts of Salem.

The powerful mystic sets up his ritual there, in front of the Jailor’s grave, stabbing the giant artifact into the ground directly in front of the tombstone with all his might, so that it loomed over him and everything else he planned to set down. Throwing off his pack, he carefully removes and places runes, artifacts, and bones in a circle around the recently filled area where his allies’ body lies. Fall leaves floated down gently as a soft cool breeze picks up, carrying the plants as dead as this mellow places citizens across the air.

He waited for the moon to rise to the point where the intersection of the cross splits it into four even quadrants, segmented by the arms and head of the massive relic. The shadow from his artifact lined directly down his face, a perfect blackened line to seemingly cut it in half.

“Ego veni ut vitam tibi alter locus. Placet spiritibus, et educeres de conclusione dicimus suscipiet munera mea custodi. Et dabimus vobis maxima parte. Tibi gratias ago, sodales,” he prays an ancient verse to the spirits of past town members whom now reside in the graveyard. “REDEMPTION AWAITS!” he shouts in finality at the moon, yanking the giant cross from the ground as it begins to vanish in a ball of light. The man stares down, as the arms of the Jailor break through the soft dirt only recently thrown upon him. The Retributionist waited not to see his old friend… especially if it meant the Mafia may track him down too. As quickly as it all happened, the Retributionist was gone. (Credit to ZathusTheMageV).

Sheriff
The old west was wild, but it never prepared the Sheriff for what he had to face. On the run from the mafia, the battle-hardened Sheriff knew his only escape was to fly far away from his homeland, and start a new life in the quiet town of Salem. But as he took the long journey by road to this town, the mafia were constantly on his trail. He soon realised that his own business should've stayed his own, because the mafia began to kill an innocent town member each night in an effort to weed him out of hiding. But the Sheriff stood his ground, and knew that surrendering was no option - he had to fight them, and find these evil-doers through the grueling interrogations he performed each night. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Santa07)

The softly snickering shadows that snuck along the streets had always haunted the Sheriff, even as a child. Years on the force apprehending small-time criminals had earned him the respect and trust of the townspeople. He was the face of the law, someone the townspeople could trust and the Mafia could target; Investigators could smell the Sheriff's thirst for justice from miles away. Prowling the alleyways in the dark of night, the Sheriff learned how to tell if one of his good citizens was really a good citizen or if they were suspicious. Though very few criminals escaped his grasp, he was very easily tricked by his headstrong personality and a Framer's deceitful expertise. When voted to power alongside the Mayor, the Sheriff knew the time had come to finally catch the only two criminals to evade him, the Arsonist and the Godfather. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to SuperBlondie)

For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a cop, just like my father. Law enforcement has always run in the family. As a child, I remember the late nights of Dad coming home and talking to us at the dinner table. "Son, it's my job to keep the streets clean and safe, so you and the good folks in Salem can live their lives without fear." My father took pride in his work, and I took pride that my dad was the one who wore the badge. Dad was good at his job. Too good. When the Mafia started feeling the pressure after he found one of their men, the Godfather took a hit out for him. I remember the day the town found him shot on the street in the town square. Everybody pointed fingers, but we all knew the culprits. On that day, the town lost a hero who stood tall for what was right. On that day, I swore a vow to my father to continue his work.

It has become my job to protect Salem from the bad guys who walk these streets. I won't rest until the town is safe for the next generation. The badge that my father wore now sits proud against my chest. There is no mercy for people who try to hurt the innocent citizens. This is my town now. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to WingedGolem)

Elected with the Mayor during voting season, the Sheriff is an expert at his trade, reading people. A mere glance at his target tells the Sheriff everything he needs to know: whether or not the target is suspicious. He knows all of the law abiding citizens and seeks to take down the only criminals that elude him to this day, the Godfather and the Arsonist. (unregistered contributor)

As another Mafia is lynched, the Sheriff notices a man looking grim. He trudges back to his house, grumbling. The Sheriff notices this, and decides to pay the man a visit early the next morning. "Sorry for my intrusion." the Sheriff said to the man. "No problem Sheriff", the man replied, "what brings you to my humble abode?" "Well, I just wanted to talk," said the Sheriff. The Sheriff stared the man down with his piercing eyes. "How does it feel to see another wretch given justice?" the Sheriff spoke, smiling. The man was silent. He averted his eyes from the Sheriff, his face red with anger poorly hidden. The Sheriff stood up and walked out the door. "I'll talk to you again soon", he said as he left - tipping his hat respectfully. Another Mafia was lynched that next day. It was a good day. (unregistered contributor)

As another member of the Mafia is lynched, the Sheriff notices a man looking grim. He trudges back to his house, grumbling. The Sheriff notices this, and, in turn, stays up late. As the 12 strokes dong throughout the Town, the Sheriff sneaks up to his house. As the man leaves the house, the Sheriff pins him against the wall and starts asking him questions. The Sheriff's training in interrogation eventually causes the man to break and divulge that he's a member of the Mafia. The Sheriff lets the man go and disappears back into his home until the sun rises. The Sheriff announces his findings to the Town which leads to the man's execution, further weakening the threat of the Family to the town. (credit to Aurum Nummus)

Elected with the Mayor during voting season, the Sheriff is an expert at his trade; reading people. A glance tells him if they're suspicious, noticing small details such as blood or unusual sweating, and a quick trip to the interrogation room gets him exactly what he needs to know. Being forced undercover due to the threat of murder, he knows all of the law abiding citizens and seeks to take down the only criminal that eludes him to this day; the Godfather. (unregistered contributor)

The people gathered around to observe the latest death in the town, a nasty looking stab-wound in the Jester. Some of the town shook their heads, others shrugged off the death. It's not like he was important to the town, anyway. The Sheriff however, surveyed each and every member of the town, looking for some sort of clue. His gaze rested on one person. The Medium, having fallen long ago, had seance'd him the previous night, saying the Investigator who was also dead, claimed this person who the Sheriff was staring at, is one who works with knives. While his first assumption was that it was merely the town's Doctor at first, doubt started to set in as he looked at the thinning numbers in the town. He would have to find out tonight, for sure. Night falls over the town and the Sheriff sets out for his target's house. He forces his way in without even knocking, finds the occupant and forces him up the wall, demanding information from him. His target falters at first, caught off-guard by the sudden intrusion and hostility and claims himself a Doctor, but the Sheriff has been trained to observe a liar, from the sweating to their pupils dilating. He looked around the place. There were knives in the house, and the Sheriff was certain this person was not who they said they were. Regardless, he exited the house and reported the results of his interrogation, suspecting his target as a Serial Killer. The next morning, he is quick to call out the suspected Serial Killer, who tries to claim himself as a Doctor. The real Doctor reveals himself however, as well as his will. The town instantly descend on the Serial Killer, put him on trial and lynch him. As his identity is confirmed as a Serial Killer, the Sheriff breathes a sigh of relief. With the mafia long-gone thanks to the Investigator and Escort, the town is finally safe. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Spy
Swift as the wind, the ex-ninja ran through the streets of Salem, entering a black forest. He dashed through the woods, graceful as a cheetah, until he saw a light ahead. He slowed down and expertly hid in a tree, silent as a thought. With the aid of his acute sense of hearing, he listened to the Mafia members discussing their future plans of terror and murder. The Spy clenched his hands, knowing that he could kill a man in thirty five different ways... but he couldn't. This was a group of armed men, and he was merely a weaponless man with some knowledge on killing. No - it would be better to let the town know who the perpetrators are, so that they could dispose of them instead.

In the daytime, those who he expected to die were lying on the ground, dispatched, in front of their houses. The Spy walked around, listening to everybody talk, knowing what everyone was whispering about. Using this information, he was able to judge who sounded like who... and who was part of the Mafia. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to wrathfulweasel)

Being a Spy was the biggest blessing and curse ever. At first, it had been fun, especially when somebody revealed a secret. The next thing the Spy knew, he was trying to block out the noise because he just wanted some good night sleep. BUT NOOOOO, THE MAFIA HAD TO TALK SO FREAKING LOUD AT NIGHT. It was amazing that nobody else could hear it because the Spy was sure that they've been talking on the other side of his house. The Spy hated these loud noisemakers and just wanted a restful sleep so he vowed that he would make sure that they tremble in fear for disturbing his nights. So the Spy did some investing of his own, paying attention to what they talked about and who they visited. It wasn't until one of them slipped up and called other by their names did the Spy knew he had them. Not only one of them, but the most loudest of them all. The next day, the Spy had successfully claimed his role to the town and lynched the mafia. It got better, the Doctor said he would behind that night to make sure he wouldn't get attacked, but the best news for the Spy was that no one made a peep that night. For once, the Spy had slept peacefully. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to axlorg89)

Salem was once a glorious city. That is, until the mafia struck. Now, deep in the forests in the outskirts of Salem, there are sounds coming from within. Making sure they were alone, the mafia plan out their next moves. They decide to go after the most threatening targets, the Sheriff and the Investigator. However, little do they know, there was someone else that night. Someone who wasn't invited. Someone who the mafia dread. The figure dashes away from sight right after the meeting finishes. The Spy has infiltrated and received info about the mafia's targets. The Spy was one of the most renowned figures in Salem. He was always the one to accuse the people, and most of the time, he was right. However, this one particular day, the Spy made a fatal mistake. He accused the Mayor and he got shamed. After this foolish act, no one ever heard from him. That is, until recently. The Spy went into hiding, deciding to redeem himself and make sure he made no more mistakes. The Spy underwent rigorous stealth and speed training to become who he is today. And now, he has been reborn. The Spy rushes back to Salem, prepared to tell the village what he heard. However, what the Spy doesn't realize is that the mafia know someone is always listening. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to calcaldeds)

Silent as the nights go, a master of stealth, the spy creeps behind walls and hides in the shadows to lurk on his unsuspecting victims. The Spy listens in carefully, with audio recorders all around; the Spy's keen ears and paranoia keep him from being caught by the Mafia. But, if the Mafia have learned one thing, it's that there's always someone listening. (unregistered contributors)

Black-listed by the CIA after a failed double agent mission, the Spy is an expert at covert operations. Using his espionage skills the Spy silently taps into the Mafia's communications network and listens to their plans. GPS trackers slipped onto known Mafia vehicles tell him where they're going but not who is in the vehicle. (unregistered contributor)

The Spy carefully left a bug hiding in the corner of the room of what he suspected was the Godfather's house, then quickly retreated from the place, waiting to tune in at night-time. Sure enough, the mafia arrive, one by one and the Godfather wastes no time in issuing his family orders. What sounded like an inexperienced Mafioso lets slip a name, causing the Godfather to angrily rebut him and demand he be addressed properly. One of them goes to the Jester's house. The other goes to the Vigilante's house. The Spy jotted down the orders he had heard and more importantly, the name. When the sun rises, the Vigilante was found dead. The Spy had an idea, but before he could speak, the Investigator piped up and identified the Mafioso. The Spy also makes his voice heard, declaring the name the Mafioso had let slip. The Lookout added in that he had watched the Jester's house that night and saw one person visit the Jester. The Spy assured the Lookout that that person was the Framer, as one of them set out for the Jester's house. The Doctor whispers that he highly doubt the Spy is who he says he is to the Jester. Even though he's across the courtyard and anyone else wouldn't hear a sound, the Spy picks up the Doctor's whisper clear as crystal and re-assures the Doctor that he can hear him whispering doubts, convincing the Doctor he is real. The town lynch the confirmed Mafioso and the Jailor jails the Godfather, then executes him. The Framer meets the same fate as the Mafioso on the gallows the very next day. Thanks to the Spy confirming the Godfather and Framer's identities, the town wipes out the family's presence inside of two days. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

After watching another member of the Mafia lynched, he sneaks to the Mafia's headquarters at night... He was determined to get the final mafia member lynched, but a shadowy figure appeared behind him, with a shining gun in the figures hand, The Spy quickly runs to hide, and rights in his last will "The Last mafia member must be St-" The figure had shot The Spy well he was righting in his will. The sun rises and the last will is being read, then a town member points out... "Only one persons name in this town starts with St... Steve..." The last words from Steve were "Goodbye... Salem..." the rope around his neck tightens, and Steve died, but later that night he talks to the Medium, the Medium listens to him closely, Steve says "Jack is the Arsonist..." The Medium then assumes that Steve was once the Consigliere, but got promoted to Mafioso after the Godfathers death. The next day, Jack is lynched. Steve was correct, and with that, the final evil in the Town was killed. The Town celebrated the victory. (unregistered contributor)

The Godfather is the richest man in Salem. Every night the whole mafia gathers in his basement, secretly. But one of the servants is listening. He hears everything they say. When he can see one of them going out to someones house he follows him. unfortunately he can't see their faces because of the hoods that on their heads. One day the Consigliere investigates the man. The night after the spy hears the godfather says his name but in that day a bodyguard is protecting him. The mafioso dies. The spy gets more scared about following at night because the mafia might see him. until one day the godfather himself come to kill the spy. He is dead but in his last will the names of all mafia members are written. The town executes them. the town is now peaceful. The crime is defeated because of a man worked as a servant and listen to the mafia every night. (credit to lordpotato1)

The night in Salem is very tedious, dramatic, and climactic. One man takes advantage of this. A silent sleuth in the night, the Spy cloaks in the shadows and bushes near the Godfather's home, peering in on their conversations. "Well then, Gentlemen, kill the man on Wall Street and disguise as him. Then report back tomorrow night. Got it?" Two men sitting next to him nodded their heads. But the spy knew all too well what was going on. With stealth, bravery, and luck, the spy crept back to his house at night, graceful as a swan. "Next morning, we're gonna have quite a situation." He said with a chuckle. (Credit to User:Bkfootball)

Using her ways for informational gain, she sneaks into the mafia's meeting hall. Finding a perfect hiding spot can be hard, but the shrubs that are grown inside are well enough. Hiding within the shrubs well after the day had ended, the godfather appears around 1:00 in the morning. He walks to the front door and allows the others in. She hears about 3 mafia members. She scribbles lightly on a piece of paper what she can hear. (Night Three Notes: Odd, they will not give names, just framer and godfather and such. Oh yea! I got a name! The godfather ordered the mafioso to kill someone. The framer is going to... my house?! Hope the investigator hasn't visited... Wait. They know of a spy? I hope to god it isn't me.. That may be why the framer is visiting me..) As they start to depart, the godfather says, "Find out who the spy is.. We need not to lose me or one of you." She is surprised and scribbles down before waiting to leave (They know I exist, just don't know me, good god.) All the mafia members leave, Excluding the godfather. The godfather waits for the members to leave. He speaks up and says,"Spy, You must know that your hiding places are not the greatest, appear one more time, you will be on the chopping block." and leaves for the night. She thinks, HE KNOWS ME? Oh god...

Next day, Walking out of her house, the conversation starts with the investigator.. He knows or suspects me of a mafia member. Fucking framer... she tries to defend myself and claim this is foolish reasoning. She is voted up by the town's votes. While on standing trial, She reveals her job. She is a spy and got information that may help get a mafia member. The jailor says prove it under his breath.. so she proves it and dumbfounds the jailor. She is voted innocent and released, voting up the supposed mafia member. He claimed spy as well.. she whispers to the jailor,"He can't prove it." Before everyone put in a vote, The accused shouted, "I CAN PROVE IT SPY!". For a defensive battle, she asks the accused to say what she exactly said. "You said 'Prove it to us' to the jailor." She was almost caught off guard, but knew that is not what she said. "You just lied to the town, The conspiracy against the town is true. you are trialed to public execution!" She said. As his will and whatnot is read, he was the framer. It is proven in the framer's will that she was framed that night. The day ends at a close.

Night four rolls around and she hides in a different spot so the godfather does not find her. The godfather walks into the mafia's meeting hall and lets in the mafioso. They sit at the table and discuss the next target. (Night Four Notes: They want to target me next.. oh god. The godfather has ordered the mafioso to kill me, Well then this is my final notes. The godfather is -) The notes end there. (Credit to Setpep)

Transporter
The Transporter is obsessed with inventions, gears, oil, and springs. Her nights are whittled away by fantastical ideas and what-ifs, has-beens and will-bes. Experiments involving carriages and hot air balloons produce steam powered chariots, which she forces upon prospect customers. Lamps hang from rotting wooden posts strew across the village, interlinked by a web of wires that wrap around every doorframe and gutter. She often mumbles to herself as she passes by the bakery, drawing attention from the local Investigators and Consiglieres. What could this Salem belle be planning for the innocent baker? When they discover her identity as a Transporter, they may think that she's the pyromaniac who lit up City Hall, or perhaps their investigations will go awry and she will be revealed as a Witch - who better to burn at the Salem stake than a sorceress who thickens the air with a filmy black smog? But there's always a chance that she will continue to evade capture by riding in her unique chariot, yet will leave behind a trail of bodies, Mafia, Jester, and town alike. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to moonbird)

The Transporter had a love of cars early on, and would go on to love it all the way into adulthood. Growing up in a town as a child without transportation means and the wish to do good for his town, the Transporter vowed to be the first to introduce transportation means into his beloved town. Now an adult, and in need of a job in order to make cash, the Transporter has opened a transporting business. One tragic day, in the middle of a transporting job for a town client, an evildoer caught up with the Transporter and killed his client. That scarring moment led the Transporter to solidify his goal in becoming a town supporter. To this day, he made it his mission to safely deliver his clients. His business became one in town, where he supports fellow town members, attempts to trick any bad guy to attack themselves, and wants to help them make quick getaways from evildoers. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Tealer)

He was once a simple street racer. Never strived for wealth or power. All he wanted was to drive without any restraint. Somehow news of him reached the Godfathers ears and his whole life took a turn. The Mafia told him he would just be the getaway driver and in exchange he can get all the cars he wants and drive as fast as he can. Everything went smoothly for a while. He would drive and would not think of what the others were doing. It was just him and the open road. But then one night he got distracted. While he was waiting in his car an Escort caught his eye. Never in his life has he seen such beauty. He instantly fell in love, but his night of passion was cut short. Turns out his Mafia brethren were in a crazy old Veteran's house and they would have needed his help. His foolishness caused the death of a Mafioso and a Disguiser. The Godfather wasn't happy. The next day appointed he appointed the driver as the new Mafioso and sent him to kill the Escort. He had no choice... He had to do it... When the morning came he got to his senses and swore he would never love nor kill again. He would try to get the Mafia to kill each other by switching people around at night. His plan only works every once in a while, but he does not care for the lives of others. The only thing on his mind is REVENGE! (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to PotatoPatrick)

The Transporter, a middle-aged, polite and quiet person. However, behind closed doors he is building the newest form of transportation. He says his soft-spoken and kind goodnights, before shutting his door and booting up his hi-tech computer. On his screen flashes names of of the people living in his humble town, whom he selects two, and the machine works its magic to switch the people's locations. Oils from the machine spurt out in protest against this near-magic task, covering the Transporter. No one knows the science behind this mastermind's work, and by day, he returns to his calm persona, acting like nothing happened, as the Janitor lays dead, killed by his own Mafioso. However, the oils that covered the Transporter got him mistaken for an Arsonist, leaving the genius to be hung at the end of the rope. (credit to FlamingCatzIce)

The Transporter is a mild mannered taxi cab driver within the Town of Salem. They regularly force their farers to enter the cab, using their quick, fast action persuasion, and swap their farers' locations. They can regularly thwart the plans of the Mafia having them attack their own members and leaving them at the gate of a Serial Killer and Arsonist. However, this may also cause more harm than good for the Town by switching their intended targets. (unregistered contributor)

The Transporter smiles politely at his passenger as he disembarks the taxi. The Godfather thanks him, then enters the Mayor's house to do his work. Unbeknownst to him, however, the Transporter had already moved the Mayor to a safer location. The next day, news quickly spreads about a murder in the Mayor's house....only, it wasn't the Mayor who was killed. The Transporter watches the Godfather's alarmed expression with secret glee as his Mafioso's body was brought out of the building, having been killed by a member his own Mafia boss. The Transporter speaks up, and the real Mayor condemns the Godfather to death by hanging. (unregistered contributor)

The Transporter stops his vehicle and his passenger steps out slowly, thanking him. The passenger passes by another member of the town who the Transporter flags down and encourages into his vehicle. The new passenger thanks him as they drive off. Meanwhile, the mafia have planned a hit on the house the first passenger just entered. They knew the Investigator lives here, and the Mafioso is sent in to do the dirty work. He finds the house's occupant and fires repeatedly at that person several times before quickly disappearing. The next morning, the town comes out to the courtyard...and so does the person from the targeted house. The Transporter had messed up the destinations and dropped the Executioner off at the Investigator's house, and the Investigator at the Executioner's house. That same day, the Investigator divulged his important information: The identity of the Godfather. The town tried and lynched the Godfather, much to the Mafioso's dismay. He secretly promises to avenge his Godfather, starting with the Investigator. Unfortunately for him, the Investigator gets another ride from the Transporter who again messes up the passenger destinations. The next morning, the new Godfather is beside himself with fury when he finds out he shot his Framer. His rage does not go unnoticed by the Jailor, who jails the Godfather for the night, although lets him go when he claims he's a Transporter. After realizing nobody died that night however, the Jailor reports this to the town, and the new Godfather joins the old Godfather in the gallows. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

A young man sits down on the sidewalk weeping. He is homeless, and has no way to support himself as all his family is dead and he doesn’t fit in with any of the most wanted jobs. He is a relatively ugly man, so becoming an escort was unlikely. He doesn’t have the education to run for mayor, so that possibility doesn’t exist either. This young man also doesn’t have a chance at becoming a vigilante, as his lack of intelligence caused him to shoot his own cousin dead with a gun. However, he soon notices a small sign that is recruiting carriage drivers. Fascinated, the man runs to the recruit office immediately.

Ever since that day, the man has been obsessed with transportation. Each night, he pulls out his carriage, and switches two people, swapping both of his targets locations while they sleep. Whether he is feeling greedy and making the Serial Killer attack the Witch or simply switching two random targets, this man vowed to help the town remove all of the evildoers from Salem so nobody would end up having a miserable beginning like he did.

This man is the Transporter. (Credit to Mudkip755).

Veteran
The Veteran laughed in the darkness. Afraid of the dark, no way. Afraid of the monsters in the bed? The man with his hand on trigger of a gun laughed nervously. He wasn't scared of anything he had told himself. Sure he was a past war time hero, but he was so used to ambushes and life threatening situations that it made the man simply neurotic. His heart pulsed with ever sound that was made and just a simply shadow would make him pull the trigger. Yes, he was this scared of death. How could he not, seeing so many die in horrible ways. All he knew from being kidnapped and miraculously escaping his enemies was that there was no mercy. His thoughts suddenly stopped at the sound of a door creaking open. Sweat began to show on his face as the steps started to become louder as it headed his way. Heart pounding like crazy, he lifted the gun up to the door. Suddenly the door opened and he pulled the trigger. The stranger had dropped and so had his sense of worry. It was done. It was over. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to axlorg89)

The pain in his knee flared up again. The Veteran scowled at it. He didn't mind the pain, but he could have done without the memories it brought. The cursed Battle of Barrow Hill. He shuddered. So many people died that day. Yes, they had won ultimately, but the price for victory had been high. The Veteran had seen friend after friend fall to gunshots or explosions, unable to save them. After the war he had settled in a small town called Salem to find some peace, but it wasn't meant to be. Lately town members have been disappearing, sometimes found brutally murdered in their homes. "Human nature never changes", thought the Veteran. He knew the shape of the world, knew how it worked. But he'd be damned if he accepted it without a fight. Jaw clenched he dismantled and cleaned his old rifle. A fine piece of craftsmanship from years gone by. Old as it was, it still packed a punch. "And so do I", thought the Veteran. "Sooner or later they'll come for me. And when they do, I'll be ready." With a satisfying clicking sound he put the last piece of the rifle back together. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Erzberger

He runs through it again in his head. He was only 18 when he was drafted into the war, no man, no he was a boy, should have to go through that. He given a gun and a direction, and was sent off. Supposedly a mindless killing machine, but it's not that simple. When the war finally ended, after watching both friends and enemies die slowly and painfully in front of him, he was the same. Nobody would be the same after going through what he's seen. Yet, according to the government, he was ready to just go back to society. He wakes up screaming in a cold sweat, and reaches for the .44 revolver in his nightstand, just in time to hear the door creak open. BAM! He shoots and the person in the doorway staggers before falling, and quickly another comes through the doorway, BAM! A second shot rings out, and another figure comes through the door, again he shoots, BAM! No matter how many he shoots down, they just keep coming. Only when he's out of bullets do the figures stop coming. When the sun creeps out from behind the clouds, the Veteran finally moves from his bed, and he hasn't slept all night. He checks the bodies, to see he's killed the Mafioso, Disguiser, and Janitor. But he also got the Sheriff, Investigator, and the Transporter. He can't tell if he's done more good or bad, but he doesn't care. He just knows that there will be more sleepless nights in Salem. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to williamthered)

The Veteran goes home a happy man knowing that there is one less Mafia on the loose and has been hung thanks to him. He turns off his light and goes to his chair for a nice cold drink sitting in the dark. Outside, the Godfather wants vengeance for his killed family member so he decided to take matters into his own hands, telling his Disguiser to clean up the mess once he is done and take his place. Sneaking into his house at night to stop from being noticed by the other townsmen, he sees the man enjoying his drink and walks up behind him pointing a gun at his head, saying "You killed my men... now it's your turn." Firing his gun, the body falls flat on the floor only for the lights to turn on. It turned out to be a dummy. The Veteran stands behind him, and only says one word before pulling the trigger; "Boo." Later on the Disguiser comes over to make an outfit out of the clothes the Veteran left behind only to find his Godfather dead on the floor. The last thing he hears is the sound of a firing pin release. The Veteran calmly drags the bodies into the street for the Town to see the next day. (unregistered contributor)

A crazed woman sits outside her brightly-lit porch with a loaded shotgun, eyeing anyone that walks past his house. She used to be a renowned general in the army, now on an early retirement after her mind went crazy after seeing her best friend killed in action. He aims her gun at a nearby Escort, but the Escort runs away in fear before she can pull the trigger. Her mind constantly grinding about her friend, she doesn't notice the Serial Killer creeping up behind her. Before the sociopath raises his knife, she quickly twirls around, smacks him in the head with the butt of the shotgun and knocks him to the floor. His bleeding, and barely alive body writhes in pain as the Veteran aims the gun at his head. She mutters the final words, "Goodbye, old friend." as he shoots his head clean off, and drags his lifeless body to the middle of the town... (credit to Squiddington)

The Veteran was once known as a hero from a long forgotten War. He came back paranoid that everyone was out to get him. On some nights when it is at its worst the Veteran grabs his trusty rifle and aims the barrel at the door, killing anyone who dares to enter. However, after three nights like this, the veteran realises he is safe and calms down. He vows to never pick up his rifle again no matter what the case. (unregistered contributor)

Try as he might, the Veteran could not shake the past visions he had of sleeping during the war and his camp getting ambushed by enemies in the middle of the night. He barely made it out alive and since then, the Veteran has had trouble controlling his paranoia. Tonight was a sleepless night for the Veteran, as the memories returned again. He felt really bad, like it was going to happen. Another part of him thought he was being too paranoid. Still, the Jailor and Escort had been killed last night. Finally, the Veteran decides to stay up tonight, having being unable to get a wink of sleep. He yanks down the blinds around his windows, turns off all the lights of his house, and prepares a dummy in the form of pillows dressed in his clothes and bed sheets for arms and legs. He places it in his kitchen, slumped on the dining table and prepares an audio recording of himself snoring, placing it under the dining table. He intentionally placed a desk lamp on its side, still on as if to suggest he knocked it over when falling asleep. Then he grabs his favorite rifle, one he used to survive in the trenches and hides himself behind one of his couches against the wall. His training had taught him how to hide himself effectively behind cover and leave the enemy unaware of his location. He waited, and he waited. At long last, he heard the sound of a door opening. Someone was coming into his home, just as he suspected they would! There was a shuffling noise as the intruder was drawn to the kitchen where the snoring emanated from. Carefully, the Veteran sneaks into a good spot. There is a cocking noise, and the figure speaks up, holding a pistol to the back of the dummy. "Boss said to put you down, you rat." The Veteran leaps up, looking for the source of the intruder's voice, right as the Mafioso pulls the trigger. The shot rings out through the kitchen and the muzzle of the Mafioso's pistol flashes, lighting up the kitchen as well as the Mafioso. The Veteran only needs that split second of light to find the Mafioso's head and fire, putting a bullet clean through the Mafioso's head. The Mafioso collapses, and the Veteran quickly drags the body upstairs to his room to hide it, shuts the door again, then returns to his hiding place. Within ten minutes, the door opens once more and another figure enters the kitchen, drawn to the uninterrupted snoring. The Veteran listens and waits. There is a sharp noise of a knife being unsheathed and the Veteran sees the figure bury a knife in the dummy's back, the desk lamp lighting up the Serial Killer's hand. With lightning fast reactions, the Veteran follows the lit-up arm to where he suspects the Serial Killer's head is, and claims his second kill of the night. The Veteran repeats the ritual of dragging the body up to his room, shutting the door, and waiting for any more intruders. However, nobody else decides to intrude on the Veteran for this night and as the sun rises over the town, the Veteran finally leaves his post, now knowing that any more intruders will see the obvious dummy now. He disassembles the dummy, shuts off the recorded snoring, and drags the two bodies into the centre of town, before putting the blinds over his windows up and his rifle away. His night of paranoia had been well worth it, after all. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

They all thought that he was just a paranoid and delusional war hero, who came back not the same person he once was. They all thought… that he was crazy, and would just shoot anyone who entered his door. He would do that, yes, but he played his cards the best he could today. The Veteran was a lot more cunning than anyone in the town thought, and he had put a target on his back today for the sole reason of attracting the baddies right to his door.

He entered his house the same way as every citizen, good or bad did. But little did the town know that tonight he’s peeking his senses and going on alert. He exited the back door and climbed the ladder to the top of his roof, rifle in hand. He lied down on his stomach, aiming the gun down toward the stone path leading toward his doorstep. He watched, as at least ten of his other fellow town members wandered their way silently around the circular town of Salem, avoiding the light, and each other. He didn’t care about them, but in fact, those who approached his abode.

He lowered his gun for a second to shuffle the sweat out of his sandy brown hair, and raised it again to see a shadowed figure cloaked in secretive clothes begin to stride their way up to his door, just turning onto the stone path. The Veteran gave a small breath of internal laughter at the idiocy of this murderer… as he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. He laughed louder now, standing up, and slid down the ladder. He didn’t care who he killed, all that mattered was that they were dead. He placed a final note down on the body, and kicked it onto the ring of stone surrounding the gallows. The message of the Veteran stood strong the next day: “Never mess with a seasoned veteran while he’s sleeping, fool,”. (Credit to ZathusTheMageV).

The old war veteran got his gun ready. The Spy, having listened in on the Arsonist talking to himself, had told him that the crooked pyromaniac was planning to douse him that night. The Veteran had many close friends and family killed by the Arsonist, and he didn’t want to be the next victim to the deranged man. He pondered why the Arsonist was such an evil guy; maybe he had grown up in a rough family, or maybe he was fascinated with fire all his life and one day took his interests too far? The veteran started to wonder if the Arsonist maybe was truly a nice guy, but it wasn’t long before he heard someone walk through his door. The Vet grabbed his gun, ran towards the foe, and shot him down. Smiling, he looked down at the dead body. However, his pride soon turned into terror, as the corpse in front of him was not holding gasoline, but rather a surgical kit. (Credit to Mudkip755).

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Shotgun in hand, the Veteran hides behind a crude barrier made from furniture and random pieces of junk. He had been a hero in the war, when he was drafted in, he was unadorned, but now he was decorated with shiny gold medals and highly revered by his fellow comrades. Most of which had died fighting for their cause. In horrible ways that no one could imagine. Land mines, flamethrowers, even spartans' pits had been used to kill the Veteran's comrades one by one. He had personally witnessed most of these killings, and went insane after watching blood splatier and flesh rip countless times. Yet, doctors from both the military and commercial worlds had deemed him fit to go back to society. With no social skills, as well as having a tendency to stay up all night and shoot anyone who enters.

The Veteran thinks back to the deaths of his buddies. He remembers a particularly grisly one where a flamethrower was involved. This thought leads his mind to thinking of the Arsonist, who prowled the town with a can of gasoline, a wooden stick and a lighter. The Spy had overheard the Arsonist telling the Survivor about his plan to douse the Veteran, and so the Veteran had decided to go on a killing spree that night.

The door opens, and a man armed with a machine gun strides in and begins looking for his quarry. The Veteran points his gun at the person and pulls the trigger, and the man's head explodes. Then, a man with a bloody knife walks in. Again, a trigger is pulled and a head blown to atoms. Another two people, one carrying makeup and another with a mop. Turned into corpses. More people then start coming, carrying various items, like bulletproof vests, surgical gear, crime scene kits and condoms. One person even carries a wand. Another in a police uniform. But still no one carrying gasoline. Out of curiosity, the Veteran looks out the window. There, in a bush, someone with binoculars and a notebook. Transmogrified into a corpse within seconds.

As the night drags on, no one walks in, yet the Veteran keeps his gun at the ready. Finally, at about five in the morning, a man wearing an asbestos suit and carrying a jerrycan walks in, whistling. As he unscrews the cap, the slide of a shotgun is racked. As the pyromaniac turns around to face the source of the sound, the sickly grin of the Veteran is the last thing sees before a brilliant flash of light erupts from the tube.

The next morning, the Mayor, Survivor, Spy, Jailor, and Vigilante are shocked at the carnage. Thirteen people had been killed the previous night. One, who was the Godfather, executed by the Jailor, and the rest by the man standing across from the Spy. The Mayor walks over and asks for the man's identity.

"I am the Veteran."

Vigilante
An ex-police officer is enraged by the increase of crime on the streets of his town. While he was fired for his violent and rash methods, he has a strong sense of justice. As the death toll in the town rises, his anger only grows as he finds the criminal's identity is obvious. That night, he makes his final, heavy decision. If the law won't take down this fiend, he'll have to do it himself. He fishes his pistol out of the end table beside his bed, loading it with two bullets. One to kill, and one for backup. He usually didn't miss, but it paid to be cautious. Using the shadow of the night as his disguise, he sneaks into his suspect's house to find them cleaning a bloody knife. I knew it, he thought, his lips curling in disgust at the sight. Letting out a quiet, steady breath, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger. His suspect hit the floor, all signs of life disappearing from their body. Pleased with the results, the man slips back into his home and climbs into his bed. He sleeps soundly, feeling as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The following morning, a panicked frenzy meets him in the square. The Doctor had been discovered dead in their home after doing surgery on a wounded patient. Nausea washes over him. The Doctor. He had killed the Doctor. Self-preservation pins his lips together during the day, and misery drags his feet back home that night. He finds his gun resting on the end table, just where he had left it after slaying an innocent soul. The weight returns, crashing down on him heavier than before. One bullet left. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to TheDetectiveL)

The Vigilante was a simple man at first, he was running for Mayor, and had a nice family and kids. But when he began to crack down on organized crime, his family was murdered as a direct threat to him. Ever since then he's realized the legal system was a joke. The Jailor would murder a town member and get killed by the Serial Killer, the Sheriff couldn't tell the difference between the head of the crime family or a Lookout, and the Investigator can't tell the difference between a Serial Killer and a Doctor! Even the position he once vied for was corrupt and dangerous, not to mention oft held by imbeciles. Now he's taken the law into his own hands, willing to kill for it. But, sometimes he hinders the town more than the law. If he kills someone that is part of the town, even an idiotic Sheriff doesn't deserve to die. Just last night he shot the Investigator and he can't deal with the guilt. He ended the life of a law-abiding citizen in the name of justice. Now there is only one way to give those he's killed justice, taking his own life. He has the own weapon for himself, and now, haunted by the ghost of his victim, he's too guilty to carry one. I'm sorry. BANG! (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to williamthered)

Taking the law into your hands hadn't been the plan. No, not at first. As the Sheriff's right hand man, you were sure that you would bring members of The Family to justice. Serial Killers, Werewolves, Witches. No person or creature against the town would escape you or the Sheriff's watchful eye. Gun always at the ready, you were more than ready to rid the town of evil. Until one day, when left at the office alone, you found it. A large envelope with the Sheriff's name on it, stuffed to the brim with cash. Your stomach plummeted when you recognized The Family's insignia gracing the seal. Dropping your badge on the desk, you walk away from that life, promising yourself that you would do whatever it takes to deliver true justice to the town of Salem, your trusty gun at your side. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to BloodOfInk)

A man stands alone with his head wrapped in a silvery cloak. He has only one goal- death to those who killed the Town. To kill the Mafia is his plan. He slowly makes his way to the house across the road, knowing exactly what to do. He opens the door. As his boots click across the wooded floor, he sees a woman standing in the corner of the room, a bloody knife in hand. He slowly clicks the pistol and takes aim at the figure. One moment passes and then BANG! The woman falls to the ground, blood trickling from her head. Without stopping to regret his decision, he flies out the door, returning to his own home. The next day, the woman is lying dead on the streets. To his shock, medical forms are scattered all around her and pills from her bag are strewn across the floor. It was clear she was a Doctor. With the heaviest guilt, as night falls, the pistol is put against the head of another victim... himself. (unregistered contributor)

Known to many as the man wearing "Hockey pads," the Vigilante prowls Salem's streets at night in search of justice. Armed with the pistol his father gave him before he was whacked by the Mafia, the Vigilante ignores the town's rule of death by lynching and takes a shot at whoever he deems evil. If he spills innocent blood, however, the next bullet from his gun will end the grief that plagues his mind. (unregistered contributor)

The Vigilante doesn't like the rule of death by lynching in the Town of Salem, so he decides to bend that rule. Picking up his gun and loading it with his 3 bullets but also a secret bullet that he found in the grave of the fellow town, he prowls the streets of Salem, shooting anyone he deems evil. However, if he finds out that he had shot and killed a fellow town member, he will use his final bullet the next night-the one that ends his life. (unregistered contributor)

The Vigilante angrily pleads his case to the town, pointing at the woman who he suspects being the Mafia member who is responsible for the latest casualty in town. Many people vouch for the woman, and any attempt to get her hung is thwarted by the setting sun. As the Vigilante goes home with his head down, he sees out of the corner of his eye the woman grinning at him, taunting him, as she walks to her home. The Vigilante desperately wants justice to be served, with or without the town. As the moon creeps behind the clouds, the Vigilante slowly opens his father's old wooden chest and retrieves an antique pistol. “Three bullets left? I'll put ‘em to good use dad, I'll make you proud”. Adrenaline pumping through him, he quickly rushes out the door, runs to her house, kicks in the woman's door, lines up his shot and fires a bullet at her before she can react. The Vigilante flees to avoid detection, but not before noticing the woman's belongings, and how they don't seem like something a Mafia member would have. As the Vigilante returns home, doubt and guilt flood his mind, what if she really was innocent? Sick to his stomach, he desperately waits for the sun to come up, to be able to see what the woman truly was. (credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Vigilante left the Mayor's house, angry. The Vigilante was pleading with the mayor to give him permission to shoot a suspected mafia. The Mayor denied him. The Vigilante stomped home, angry. He was so mad, that he could not sleep. Lying in bed, he turned around to his night stand. A small revolver was gleaming in the moonlight. He picked it up, and looked at the suspected mafia's house. The Vigilante smiled a maniac-like smile. When his deed was done, the Vigilante comes home, with a feeling of dread. As the sun rises, to his horror, he realizes the true identity. The Vigilante went home, and all the Town folks heard that night was a loud gunshot.

A little boy comes running out of a burning building. The Arsonist did this. And the Mafia helped. His father and the rest of his family died in the fire, never to be seen again. He serves for justice. He fights for Salem. Every person he kills, he ALWAYS uses his pistol that his dad gave him for his 10th birthday. The pistol is capable for many things, killing, justice..... guilt. For if the boy, now a man, kills someone innocent, he takes it as killing himself. He says to himself, "I mean, why not? I killed them. I can't take it back." He then kills himself, having children and a wife, and says goodbye in his last will. The note says, "Goodbye, my precious family, and have a good time without me. Always serve justice. And never, EVER, give up to the mafia. To the evils, to the murderers. And protect Salem, Tophios (his son), and always go with your heart." The children cry, the mother weeps, and Tophios remembers. He remembers the pistol. He had to get it back! He goes to the crime scene again, and reaches over to the pistol. There was a tag on it. It's name was..... Tophios. He, HE, was named after a pistol. An important pistol. A pistol that would serve for the years to come by in Salem, killing people that seemed suspicious to the Vigilante, The Ones That Follow Their Heart. (unregistered contributor)

The man threw down his hat angrily upon entering his home. How dare they fire him! He was the town's best investigator and they fired him even after having proof that the "transporter" was really the arsonist! But now he was going to take justice into his own hands. The man opened up a small box, and pulled out a pistol. It had three bullets left in it. Three bullets for three enemies. The man smiled bitterly. Now it's time for the arsonist to pay. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

The Vigilante looked between the two arguing townsfolk carefully. Both were claiming to be Lookout, and both had presented very convincing log notes to verify themselves. Of course, there was no possibility of them both being Lookout, as a Transporter was confirmed as a random, so one of them was fake. But which one? He couldn't tell, and neither could the town. The Sheriff and Investigator had both been killed by Serial Killer and mafia respectively. The Jailor was torn between the two, as was the Vigilante and the rest of the town. Night fell and the town members retreated to their homes, hoping all would be revealed. The Vigilante sat at home, playing with his revolver. He opened it up. Three bullets. He had three bullets. He closed it again and looked outside at the town. He rubbed his chin in thought. This argument between those two claiming Lookout couldn't go on any longer. He had to intervene, if the Jailor wasn't going to. The town was doubly unsure as well. He got up out of his chair and walked outside. It was a cloudless night, a full moon hanging over the town. As he walked, he was still lost in thought, trying to think of which Lookout was lying. He was playing Russian roulette here, but if nobody took action about this, the town would slowly lose their people, until the mafia outnumbered them. He looked between the houses of both claimed Lookouts. One, then the other. He checked his revolver again, looking at one of the houses for a few seconds, before nodding. He'd made his decision. If this person was indeed the Lookout, he will take his own life next to the Lookout. If he wasn't, he will have done the town a huge service. He puts his hand on the door handle, looking back at the house of the other person who had claimed Lookout. No. He'd made his decision now, there was no going back. The Vigilante gritted his teeth and stepped inside. The occupant was inside and looked up with interest. He greeted the Vigilante calmly, asking what he was doing. The Vigilante said nothing, staring at this Lookout for a few seconds. Then he thought about something. If he was the Lookout, shouldn't he be watching somebody's house? As the Lookout asked if the Vigilante was okay, the Vigilante reached into his holster and produced his revolver, making the Lookout recoil in fear. The Vigilante raised his weapon at the Lookout with uncertainty and a glint of fear in his eyes under the possibility that this was the real Lookout, and after what felt like an eternity, the Vigilante pulled the trigger, ending the life of one of the claimed Lookouts. He stared down at the body for a few seconds. He had done it. This was the point of no return, now. He quietly exited the house and returned to his own, begging to lady luck that he had picked the right target. The Lookout's body was brought into the centre of the town the next morning. His pockets were searched. He was identified...as a Jester. The Vigilante had shot the Jester. While this wasn't exactly who he had in mind, he breathed a huge sigh of relief. He had not killed an innocent...this time. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

A townie had managed to convince the town that he was the Doctor, but there was one flaw in his story: the Doctor had already been long dead, and it was almost impossible for there to be another Doctor in the town. In addition, the townie had yet to give solid evidence that he was who he said he was; he managed to convince the town entirely on baseless conjecture. The Vigilante caught on to this, and went to work with his revolver. Sure that the townie was lying, he slipped into his house and discovered that the walls were strewn about with various blood-stained knives. "No sane Doctor would hang bloodstained knives from the walls," he thought, as he approached the door to what he assumed was the townie's bedroom. He entered the room to discover the townie sound asleep in his bed. The Vigilante took aim upon his target and fired his revolver at his target's head, the once sleeping townie's body falling limp, now sporting a gaping hole in the forehead. Upon his exit, the Vigilante noticed that there was a medical degree belonging to the townie hanging on his bedroom wall. Fearing for the worst, the Vigilante quickly put it out of his mind and exited the house. The next day, the townie was discovered to have been shot in bed. The Investigator and Sheriff swept the townie's house for evidence, and discovered a travel first aid kit in the townie's living room, the medical degree belonging to the townie, and a medical kit specifically designed for the self-healing of major injuries; all sure-fire signs of a Doctor. Upon hearing this news, the Vigilante, overwhelmed with guilt over what he had done the night before and feeling as if he would do more harm to the town than good, decided to put an end to it all. That night, a gunshot rang from the Vigilante's house... (unregistered contributor)

Blackmailer
A child that was never meant to talk throughout his whole life. A child that sits in a corner waiting and listening for any sleight noise in his vicinity. He crouches to hear voices near by. He then hears the voices needed to make his plan go into action. He was born in a family of five with the least talent, looks, and athletic ability. The only ability he had was the ability to find "things." The ability to share things throughout his life was unnecessary. He was outcast, unwanted among the towns people, but he had one thing going for him. You could call this talent, but in all honesty, it was more of a will to find things. The one ability that made him well known in these parts of the area. The ability to find, control, and conquer that the naked eye can not see; the very ability that made him progress through the ranks instead of a dirt poor life. This is the ability to find the information needed to know their most precious thing that they can not share among each other. It could be either past history, scandals, or hidden secrets. Then the ability to control what is needed to help him win; no matter the risk. This allows his true ability to show his conspiring intentions of bestowing upon the hush-hush tactic against his foes. To use whatever dirt needed to make his foes fall upon their knees in silence. This can be continuous for days or as short as he needs it to be. This is the true ability of conquering the foe. The foes that thought that his ability was pointless and useless throughout the town. This one pointless ability will bring upon the destruction needed to change this town with his fellow brethren and sisters in the secret society of the Mafia. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to DarkSeroX)

As a photographer, the Blackmailer was just a simple man, taking pictures of people doing the things they did. Some of these pictures were actually embarrassing pictures that can ruin a person's life and reputation to the Town. The Mafia had found out about the Blackmailer and the photographs he used and they knew that they can use him and his photographs to their advantage of taking over the Town. They had asked the Blackmailer if he had some sort of dirt on anyone that would keep them silent for at least one day and of course, he had some sort of dirt on the person they asked, even the Mayor. They had asked to see the picture and the Blackmailer showed them a picture of the Mayor late at night with the Town Escort. The Mafia knew that they needed the Blackmailer and that night before Mafia had went out to do their business, a yellow envelope laid in front of the Mayor's house with the picture of the Mayor and the Escort, saying: "Keep quiet or I place this on everyone's doorstep tomorrow..." (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to iEsDeath)

He stood there quietly, having a good look at the town's documents. "Whose history was worse than the other? Who has the most information about our members?" Thought the man who was recently recruited by Godfather and welcomed into the family. "I've found the Town Investigator," spoke the Consigliere, "He and his wife divorced earlier this year, he then fell into drug and alchohol abuse a few days later, this will be perfect!" The Blackmailer then walked away from the meeting point, holding a few magazines, some scissors, an envelope, and a smile on his face. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to PyThOnRrR)

Filing cabinets fill the home of the Blackmailer. Wall to wall, each one marked with a year and a letter. He sits quietly at his desk, looking over the newspaper in the light of his desk lamp. He receives a note from his client and opens it: on it, nothing but a name. He closes the note and walks to open the drawer in question, choosing from hundreds of copies the folder he wants. Inside are the most intimate details of that person's life: bank account information, childhood friends... the deepest, darkest secret that will ruin that person's name and life. The Blackmailer returns to his desk, copies the information down, and sends it off to his target, before he returns to his reading. Inside the letter, three simple words spell out everything that needs to be known: "Silence is Golden". (credit to Ace2369)

The family were aware of the Jester's identity. He had called himself an Investigator the day before, and because of the Blackmailer's actions the night before, the real Investigator couldn't say anything about it, even after declaring himself an Investigator the day before that. The only reason both were alive still, was because the town failed to make a majority vote against one of the two. The Blackmailer compiled another summary of some of the nastiest secrets the Jester had hidden. He made copies of each one, working tirelessly through the night. When he was finally done, he sealed it all in a large, anonymous envelope along with one last sheet of paper reading "These will be exposed, if you utter a word today." and he then sent the envelope off to the Jester's home. Morning broke over the town, and the Investigator was found dead. It turned out he had been shot by the Vigilante, who had taken a chance. Immediately, the Vigilante revealed himself, apologizing repeatedly to the town, before they turned their attention to the Jester, who had called himself Investigator too. The Jester, remembering the warning he had received from the Blackmailer was unable to say anything, even after numerous accusations from the town. Due to his sudden silence, the town put him on trial, where he still refused to say anything. The town quickly voted guilty, save for one or two abstaining along with the family. The last thing the Jester said before he was lynched was "I am blackmailed." and then his life was cut short. As soon as the town realized his role however, a wave of panic and chaos washed over those who had voted guilty. The Blackmailer had gotten the Jester lynched, and now the Jester had a healthy number of guilty town voters to pick from. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

A former mayor who was trusted by the town, the Blackmailer lead the town well until being threatened by the mafia at gunpoint one night. The mafia shoved rifles towards her and threatened death unless she shared the information that she knew. The mayor reluctantly agreed as the Janitor, Disguiser, and Forger began working on her fake death. The next day, all the town was saddened by the death of their beloved mayor, except for the focused Spy who knew what was going on. However, the Mafia didn’t have to worry about the Spy letting out any information, as the Blackmailer had already told the Spy that if he didn’t stay quiet then she’d let out personal information he told her when she was mayor. (Credit to Mudkip755).

Consigliere
The man grew up in the town as an average kid with an average childhood and an average education. The same monotonous routine of his daily life was simple day after day until he decided on a goal to finally strive for. He decided to become a private Investigator like on the detective shows his parents would occasionally watch. In his young adult years he had followed around a man he revered as the best Investigator in town who had subdued numerous criminals and psychopaths in his career. By following the Investigator, he slowly built up a well of knowledge in how to properly find information and people's secrets. The man rose to the top in popularity as an outstanding detective resolving many cases over his young adult career. At the age of 31, he chose to test himself by attempting to investigate the man he had previously worshiped as his inspiration only to discover the dirty truth. "I just couldn't believe any of it; the lies that created the very foundation of this town, it was all just so... despicable. It had all been covered up. The Sheriff, Jailor, and even the Mayor had all hidden what this Investigator had did in order to protect the so-called justice of this filthy place." He then turned to the only people in the town who probably knew this truth alongside him: the people revered as pure evil, the Mafia. With his expertise in the field of investigation, he tracked down the Godfather and asked him one simple request, "Help me destroy this town." (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to CerealSpiller)

The Godfather's right hand man, who can gather dirt better than the Investigator himself. Once an Investigator himself, the law was too muddy for him. Either they were the best for them, or the worst, not to mention the pay was awful. But when he joined the Mafia, it all became much clearer. They were either with us or against us, clear cut and dry, not to mention the pay and the connections. When he was an Investigator, it was all jokes about how he couldn't tell an Arsonist from a Transporter, but not now. He commands respect wherever he goes, and no one dare disrespect him. If they did the Mafia would soon have their number, and nothing good comes from that. The Mafia's own private eye, along with his brother the Blackmailer, both could get the dirt and could silence a target... forever. An Investigator gone wrong, an integral part of a good Mafia team. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to williamthered)

My master, the Godfather, had suspicions about someone Spying on the Mafia's conversations. As the Consigliere, the stealthiest and most intelligent of the Mafia, the Godfather ordered me to investigate. That night, I went to one of the suspects' houses and watched his every move. I learned from his actions that he was a Bodyguard. However, the next evening, he was having a conversation with another man. I overheard their talk and realized that the other man was feeding the Bodyguard the Mafia's plans! I knew immediately that he was the Spy, so I went back to the Mafia to report my information and, to my surprise, found the Godfather lying motionless on the ground. The Mafia was harmless without the Godfather, so I took his gun and became a makeshift Mafioso. I shot the Spy the next night, and the Mafia's secrets remained classified. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to AlexK864)

The Investigator clenched his fists as he stalks away from the Town, furious that nobody believed his claims. Nobody ever listens to him! He slammed the door of his house, only to be greeted by the whole mafia. Tired and upset, he crosses his arms and stares at the Godfather. "Are you here to kill me?" He huffs, not even caring if he had died tonight. The Godfather's chilling smile pierced through his skin. "No...You see, not everyone appreciates your skill to notice the fine, intricate details as an Investigator. Why not put your skills to actual use, and come be a Consigliere?" The Investigator's frown reversed. "You mean it?" The former Consigliere stepped forward and placed his files into the new Consigliere's hands. "The Godfather never lies." He joked, before turning away and leaving the mysteries to the Consigliere. (credit to FlamingCatzIce)

As a high-level and blacklisted member of the FBI, the Consigliere uses his power of deduction to find out the role of a particular person. The Mafia (being as resourceful as they are) have paid off a detective of the town to conceal and withhold valuable information revealing it only to the mafia. With the mafia's resources and the detective's unnatural ability to evaluate minor details and form it into a solid deduction about the role of the individual, the detective is forged into the Consigliere of the mafia. Having free will of who he decides to investigate, the mafia still have him on a tight leash. You see, when one becomes a part of the mafia, there is no going back. That is, if you value your family... (unregistered contributors)

A lone man in a large leather jacket and a fedora that conceals his face silently prowls the night. He tips his hat to a Doctor that is visiting another house in preperation for an attacker. He approaches a nearby house and carefully peers through the window. Noticing no one is home, he gets out a lockpick and silently opens the door, slinking his way through the house hiding behind furniture and walls. He then notices a small trapdoor leading down to a basement, with shouting and banter inside. He climbs down the ladder into an underground jail and sees the town Jailor about to execute the Serial Killer responsible for the death of the Mafia's Consort and the town Mayor. He makes his way back to the Godfather with his new-found information. The Jailor will not make it through the night. (credit to Squiddington)

A private investigator works for the worlds largest and best crime investigation group. The best of the best of the group is tasked with finding who has been killing off the town members. He stumbles upon who he thinks is the Godfather of the mafia. The Godfather knows that by now the man would have found out by now. Wanting only the best of the best he forces the investigator to join the mafia for the ultimate form of protection. The investigator, being as good as he is at his job, quickly rises through the ranks by pointing out the arsonist, sheriff, and jailor. The Godfather then grants the investigator the title of 'Consigliere' for outing the identity of the mafia's most dangerous foes. (unregistered contributor)

Every night after the meeting with the mafia, the Consigliere silenty stalks his victim, eerily watching behind a tree or a bush, ready to jot down important details as the victim can't help but feel as if being prey. At the end of the night, the consigliere has finally figured out the role of the said person, which discussed with the mafia, and often leads to the victim's demise. (unregistered contributor)

A former Investigator gone corrupt, the Consigliere gets information in any way possible to discover a person's role. He returns to the mafia after discovering who the Jailor really is, and smiles when he watches the Godfather slit his throat. He investigates more people, one by one, until the mafia have succeeded in their duties and killed anyone who would not submit. (credit to Verdamuso)

Graduating the top of his forensics school, the man who would become the Consigliere became renowned and admired for his impeccable skill. Unlike his classmates, the Consigliere's next-level deduction and original methods allowed him to learn everything about his quarry in a single night. Jealous of his classmate's success, the Investigator used his own skills to dig up the Consigliere's darkest secret, his relationship to the criminal underground. Being denounced and shamed by all who once adored him, the Consigliere now knew his purpose in his shattered life, to bring ruin to the investigator, the Town, and all who opposed his newly-embraced Family. (unregistered contributor)

The Consigliere rifled through file after file on his target, learning everything he could about the person's identity. Being able to get past any barrier that withheld information on his target, he dug deeper and deeper that night. Finally, he found something of significant interest. An old archived FBI file of his target, including his position at the bureau as well as the details of said position. There was no two ways about it. His target was a Bodyguard! Not only that, but one who had most likely been protecting the Doctor and Investigator. He quickly packed up all the information he had now and stored it in his pocket for safe-keeping. The next morning, as the town gathered around to talk about the latest deaths that day - the Jailor and the Lookout - the Consigliere looked to his immediate right where the Godfather stood, leaned closer and whispered in his ear: "The person I checked last night is a Bodyguard." and then the Consigliere stepped away again. The Godfather showed little reaction, not even looking to the Consigliere, but he gave a very slow nod, indicating he had heard and understood the information. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

He looked down at the Doctor from the edge of his nose. "What do you do in this town?" He muttered malevolently. "Err... I... I'm a Lookout, you see..." He just let loose his role. The Consigliere picked up a skull on top of a set of drawers. "Oh... It's... Fake." The "Lookout" stuttered. "Fake, yes. Well, you seem to be in order. Good bye, and good luck." He slinked out of the house. The Lookout gulped. The Consigliere met up with The Godfather. "He's very frightened of me. He's a Lookout." The Godfather nodded. "Mafioso! Here!" The Godfather turned his head towards the lookouts house. "End him." The Mafioso nodded. (credit to Runtoastrun)

"P-Please!", begged the blindfolded man, struggling against the chair his wrists and ankles were bound to. "Please, I'm not looking for any trouble, I'll tell you anything you want!". The Consigliere flicked his lighter, holding the rusty old switchblade in the flames. He had been very careful not to give away his identity, but he made sure his captive had seen the knife.

"Shame. You've found it."

"Please!", the man begged again. "I-I'm nobody important, please let me go! I just want to live!"

The Consigliere snickered a little to himself, holding the knife an inch from his throat, so he could feel the heat from it. "I'm a very busy man, and I'm sure you are, too. I'd go so far as to say I know you're very, *very* busy". He tutted a little. "Don't you know there have been murders in this town? Someone who 'just wants to live' wouldn't risk going out at night as much as you do, would they? Nor would they have such an impressive collection of surgical equipment in their home. Would they?"

He put the knife to one side for now, opting instead for a pair of pliers. He took a hold of one of the man's fingers. "I'd suggest telling me everything I want to hear, or I might have to get... Unpleasant." (Credit TehMorganator (talk))

An ex-FBI Investigator, the Consigliere knew firsthand that nothing was as freeing as a life of crime. No more reading a person their rights, no more “shoot to injure”, and he could do whatever he wanted, no warrant necessary. The Consigliere walked across the way to his target’s house and pressed himself against the wall of the small shack, watching as the man left to perform their nightly duty before slipping into their house.

Walking into the house, the first thing he noticed was a large collection of documents sitting on a desk. Rifling through them, he realized that each one was a journal entry lamenting the deaths of the town and showing a thirst to defend the townsfolk who yet lived. So this person wants to protect the town, eh? the Consigliere thought, wryly. He chuckled; realizing that that would be as far as an Investigator would be allowed to go without a warrant to search the house. See what shackles the righteous have? The Consigliere snickered to himself as he dug through drawers. Fortunately for him, the Godfather wanted nothing more than results, however he found them. The Consigliere smiled a wicked, satisfied smile. There, in the bottom drawer was a well-worn set of handcuffs, a revolver, and a single overlarge skeleton key. Well, well, well the Consigliere snickered, closing the drawer and turning to go. He recognized that key; he had seen it two nights ago from a frigid jail cell. He remembered the feel of the shackles around his wrists, and it was all he could do not to let out a chilling laugh as he walked out the door. He had found the Jailor. And tomorrow morning, the Town would find the Jailor’s corpse. His family would make sure of that. (Credit HookshotHotshot)

Consort
No one should have to manipulate people on the whim of a higher power, but then again, no one would want to, either. A beautiful and unfortunate young woman had lost everything. She had nothing - no job, no home, no family or friends to turn to, not even hope - but eventually found salvation in the world of organized crime. Though reluctant, the Consort felt she was a respected member of the Mafia. Unknown to her, she was just being used as the Mafia's residential Femme Fatale. Much to the Consort's chagrin, her role in the Mafia stuck with her, and she was too far into the whole ordeal to back out. As the sands of time flew forth, the Consort began to embrace her position, and, over time, executed her missions with confidence, tact, and prestige. In the end, she had it all: respect, power, and most importantly, the love and trust of the Godfather. All she had left to fear in the world was the pedestal upon which her own execution could commence, and the cold blade of a Serial Killer. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Cyllage)

The thing that hurt the most was her face. Her smile, that fake, plastic smile. Anyone at the party that was paying attention could tell it wasn't genuine. With a body liked hers however, men rarely payed much attention to what was going on above the neckline. Appearances were important though, and the cost of failure, too high. Her mark for the night was engaging with some old school friends. The smell of cheap Bourbon, the loud laughs and telling of the same dull stories annoyed her. However, in her line of work, business and pleasure rarely mingled together. After she was introduced to each friend, (and my dear lord, this man knew almost everyone in town,) she flashed that smile to each and then resumed her role as arm candy, which suited her just fine. The target and his friends were keeping busy with one another and there was no way the Sheriff was going to make his stakeout tonight. Mission accomplished. She spotted her contact from across the room, looking at her questioningly. She looked at her target and gave the signal. Placing an arm on his shoulder, and a kiss on the cheek. She didn't see the handler leave but already knew the Sheriff would be dead in a couple of days. Men give away so much when they are happy and drunk, even their own lives. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Furril)

The Consort silently slip out from under the sheet and onto the fuzzy carpet. She slipped her panties back on and turned to look back at the bed. The Vigilante was out of breath and staring up at the ceiling. The Consort dug her toes into the carpet in an attempt to restore feeling into her numb body. That man was quite the animal, she thought to herself. She eyed her bra but decided to leave it off as she needed to keep him entertained for the entire night. She kept her foot steps light as she moved to the window. She stared out into the dark night and began to look around. Then she spied the Mafioso standing in the shadows with his signature dark jacket. She smiled to him to let him know he was in the clear and blew him a kiss. He smiled back and caught it. She watched as he turned and left to complete his objective. She sighed. He was the only man she had ever loved. She'd do anything to protect him. Even trash like this. The Consort smiled again as she thought of their future. One day he will take the position of Godfather and she would be right there with him. But for now there was work to be down. She tossed her panties next to her bra and began crawling to the grinning Vigilante. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to InsaneSmile)

A twin sister separated at birth, the Consort is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Her greatest emotion is desire, which emboldens her to enter the criminal underground of the Town of Salem. As the Godfather's left hand, she uses her amazing beauty to enchant anyone she is told to; keeping them from doing their job. Her lust for adventure gives her confidence but she is wary to step foot near the house of the man with the knives. (credit to Ace2369)

The Consort is a poor woman with two kids and a dream. Left by her husband who married the Escort, she was forced to steal food and money. She once was caught by the Godfather, but dazzled by her beauty he asked her to join the family providing protection for the kids on one condition: work as a Consort and risk your life to stop the Investigator from finding the family of the Mafia. (credit to tiffanyclarke123)

The Consort stepped up to the front door of the Investigator's house and knocked. The Investigator answered at last looking disgruntled, until he noticed the Consort, at which point he smiled. He asked the Consort if she had anything to report, except his inaccuracy was calling the Consort an Escort. The Consort just giggled and let herself in, asking the Investigator who he was investigating tonight. The Investigator showed her the files he had pulled up and the Consort instantly recognized the person. The Investigator was looking at the Godfather. If she let him continue, he'd know. The Consort quickly sat on the desk with the files and snatched up a bottle of whiskey from the desk, offering it to the Investigator. As tempted as he was, the Investigator declined at first, until the Consort insisted they enjoy a drink. Finally, the Investigator gave in, knowing this tease wouldn't let him work until he did. They enjoyed a drink, and the Consort downed a couple more, encouraging the Investigator to be a sport. As the Investigator focused more on the tipsy Consort, his mind was less focused on the files on the desk. Before they knew it, morning was coming and only then, the Investigator realized he hadn't gotten any work done. He decided he'd just come back to it tomorrow night instead. As the town came to the courtyard and inspected the now-dead Sheriff, the Lookout asked if anybody had any leads. The Investigator responded saying he got distracted last night, leaving it at that. That night, the Consort went to the Godfather, revealing that the Investigator was onto him and she needed to distract him again tonight. The Godfather instantly agreed, and the Consort returned to the Investigator's house. The Investigator was happy to see her again, but insisted he really had to work again. The Consort had a load of tricks up her sleeve and very quickly persuaded the Investigator to let her in again. The same files were on the desk, he was investigating the Godfather again. The Consort sat on the desk again, but before she could offer a drink, the door to the Investigator's house was forced open. It was the Mafioso, and before the Investigator could react, the Mafioso already had two bullets in the Investigator's chest. The Consort got off the desk and sashayed over to the Mafioso, blowing the Investigator a kiss. "I'm the Consort silly, not the Escort." she giggles, and the Consort and Mafioso turned and left the Investigator to bleed to death, while they returned to the Godfather, arm in arm. The Godfather's identity was again protected...for now. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Consort is a beautiful woman who's graceful dances win the applause of nearly everyone in Salem. Yet they cannot impress her sister the escort. For years the Consort heavily envied the Escort's talent, beauty, and smile, She cannot stand being number 2. While the Escort invited her sister to join her, each night the Town Sheriff or Lookout's praise for the Escort, angered the Consort even more, so she harshly refused and said to have left the town for good. The Godfather overheard the Consort's jealousy and offered her a position in his organization where she could gain revenge on her dear sister. (Credit to Anna the Merchant)

The Godfather shook his head angrily at the Mafioso. "Why didn't you kill him? He is good at detecting people like us!" The Mafioso seemed terrified. "Don't get mad, but I saw this girl. She was pretty..." His mouth started to drool. "Please tell me you didn't go with the Escort?" The Godfather somehow made himself look madder. "Ok... I didn't go with the Escort." He smiled hopefully. "THIS ISN'T A JOKE! You are... Hold on... We need one for ourselves. Like a... Corrupted Escort." The Godfather smiled complacently. "How about her sister?" The Framer suggested. "Yes. She was never quite the same as her sister. Call her. She can be our... Consort." The Godfather agreed. "Sounds fine with me." The Disguiser agreed. That was that. (credit to Runtoastrun)

Disguiser
There once was a girl who liked to play pretend. Everyday she got out her dolls, the fake teacups, and the imaginary friends. No one thinks twice when a little girl plays pretend. It was only a matter of time before the Mafia found her. She became the Disguiser, anyone who the town trusts is killed, their place taken by her. Now the girl gets out her make up and latex, morphing her face until it is a perfect replica of who the Mafia killed the same night. Then, she takes her place among the town taking the victim's name and talking for the benefit of the Mafia. With the trust of the town placed on her, it's too easy manipulating the town to do as the Mafia pleases now. The citizens were never expecting a Disguiser to take their place, and when they find out of the trick that was played, the Disguiser has already found a new skin to talk in. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Konekoa97)

Once a kind and gentle Doctor, the Disguiser was the most prominent Doctor in the Town of Salem. Healing any bump or scratch, he was renowned for his skill. Soon, he would fall on hard times. A sudden emergence of other Doctors, and even Bodyguards, would make his practice null. He got no work. He was struggling to scrape by. On a dark night, he heard his door being broken in. He didn't even have the energy to scream. He knew it was over. The Godfather stood before him, knife in hand. He only smiled. "I don't have much, but..if you'll take me in, I know how to do plastic surgery. I can help you." The Godfather was intrigued, unsure. He took the Disguiser on a test run, asking him to prove his worth to the Mafia. The Godfather entered a home, killed the inhabitant, and the Disguiser went in after. He emerged a new..woman. She had found her home now. She knew what her calling was. Killing the ones who had taken her role. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to justlyra)

The Disguiser had just figured out what the Godfather desired for him to do. He would enter the house of his neighbor, and do his job, bringing along the issued Mafioso. The Mafioso would take out the focused man with his trusty weapon, and the Disguiser was pretty self-evident in his opinion. He had studied the man's social characteristics and such the day before. "Alright, so you go in, do your thing, and make it snappy. I need some time before the rest of the town arises," said the master of trickery. The Mafioso gave a quick nod, and the door of the Townie was suddenly busted down. A quick shot rang out, no one else noticing, too caught up in the night, ignoring the screams. "So...that's done for. Hope the will doesn't reveal me." The 'slippery chameleon' took a glance at the bloody body. "Let's see what he has in here," he'd ask, nudging toward the wooden closet. He'd open in with a small creak, and saw the dead man's wardrobe. The Disguiser chose a fitting pair of pants, along with a belted hat, and a trench coat with a shirt underneath. Nobody could mistake him now, as he peered in the mirror. The sun started to rise, the Mafioso had returned to his homestead to catch a few blinks of sleep. The Disguiser cleverly picked up the body and laid it outside his own door. The next morning, the town became no more suspicious of their newly disguised member. Yet as the day went on, someone cared to notice the will lying next to the man outside a doorstep. At that moment, they wondered why the names were switched. "I-I assure you, I am the Doctor you seek," said the Disguiser. They then asked for proof, he made some up, who he healed, and what night. Their eyes became squinted, a sign of disbelief. Next thing you know, trial had come for the undercover Disguiser. "I've given my evidence, why must you hang me?" The town gave forth many shakes of heads, and guilty votes. "I'm innocent!", the last lie the fallen Disguiser uttered. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to funnyknight24)

A woman steps out of her office into the streets of Salem. She waves goodbye to the doorman and makes it home safely. Her mother and father come over and celebrate her twenty fifth birthday, surprising her with a cake and a card. The mother pulls her daughter aside and asks her if she's feeling okay. The daughter says she's fine, just feeling a little under the weather and the mother gives her a kiss goodbye. She steps into her room as her parents prepare to leave and hears her mother say that she is going to stay a while. Suddenly the door to the woman's room breaks open and a man steps in holding a gun. She recognizes him as a known Mafioso and screams for her mother to help, but her mother just stands in the doorway and pulls off the wig and skin-grafted mask she is wearing; revealing herself as a thin and sweaty man. The Disguiser listens to the woman's voice as she pleads for mercy, rehearsing his next great act. (credit to Ace2369)

The disguiser slinked through the darkness. He watched the dimly-lit hut on the outskirts of the town. He heard a shriek and a muffled gunshot coming from inside the hut. The front door swung open. The Mafioso stepped out of the hut. He looked at the disguiser, and nodded. The disguiser nodded back, and made his way into the hut as the Mafioso hurried away. He walked over to the limp corpse on the floor. A large bullet hole was permanently imprinted into her forehead. The disguiser smiled evilly as he watched the blood drain out of her head. Tonight he was a man working for the Mafia. Tomorrow, he'll be the town's most valuable escort. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

The Disguiser hides himself in a bush and waits outside the Vigilante's house. This was the house designated for a hit by a family, but he wasn't doing the dirty work. No no, someone else was doing that. And a few minutes later, his mafia partner arrived. The Godfather. After a quick whispering question as to why the Godfather was doing this, the Godfather simply answered that the Escort found the Mafioso, causing the Disguiser to roll his eyes. At any rate, they both sneaked into the house and found the Vigilante at a desk, cleaning his revolver. The Godfather stepped forward carefully, sneaking up on the Vigilante until a creaky floorboard betrayed him. The Vigilante spun around, readying his revolver but the Godfather was faster. His bullet hit the Vigilante's revolver, knocking it out of his hands, which the Disguiser quickly swooped on and stole. The Vigilante, now disarmed backed away from the mafia duo, stammering. The Disguiser paid close attention to his voice while the Godfather taunted the Vigilante. As the stammering turned to pleads, the Godfather waited there for a few seconds, until the Disguiser spoke up. He made his voice sound exactly like the Vigilante, at which point the Godfather fired, his next bullet planted perfectly between the Vigilante's eyes. After the Vigilante hit the floor, the Godfather nodded to the Disguiser, who then rushed to the Vigilante's room and got changed into some of the Vigilante's clothes, bringing his own back down. He repeated his voice to the Godfather, sounding and looking exactly like the Vigilante. The Godfather smiled and simply motioned to the dead Vigilante, before turning and taking his leave. The Disguiser undressed the Vigilante, hiding the clothes and then re-dressed the Vigilante in the Disguiser's old clothes. Once he was done, the Disguiser tested his new voice a few more times to get used to the Vigilante's voice. Then he dragged the body of the Vigilante into the street. As far as the town were concerned, the Disguiser was the Vigilante. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The town woke up in pandemonium. The town was crowded around a dead body. It was a young man who claimed Investigator. A man close to him picked up a letter in his pocket. "Lisa the Escort" This caused even more confusion. A woman at the back yelled "Good Riddance!" This caused many of the town to look at her. "People like that shouldn't be in this town. It's disgusting." That night, she went to the Godfathers house. "How did you even get a costume of him?" The Framer asked her. "I know a guy" She replied. "Don't bring suspicions to yourself, Disguiser." The Godfather warned her. "Message received!" She answered. (credit to Runtoastrun)

Forger
As a small time attorney the Lawyer specialized in writing wills for his clients. But as his gambling debts grew he required more money than he could legally make. And thus he began to alter his deceased client's wills to have a portion of their wealth distribute to various charity. These "charities" were just part of a shell game that increases the Lawyer's bank account. No one noticed until the Consigliere's father passed away, who just so happened to be a client of the Lawyer's. Due to his high levels of intelligence and his ability to read people he saw through the scheme. Furious at trickery displayed by the Lawyer, the Consigliere demanded he be killed. But the Godfather looked at this with a level head and saw a plethora of potential. One phone call from the Godfather, and the Lawyer became the Forger. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to InsaneSmile)

As a little kid, the Forger had found his secret talents in writing and copying. In their teenage years, the others in town found a use in him for forging signatures and the like. Valuing his talent and mastering it, the Forger kept it as a secret side business and as a skill to utilize in order to help himself in situations which requires his ability. Upon getting a job at the local town business, the Forger found use in business Forgery. Crime after crime, the Forger built himself a reputation for Forgery, and the Mafia sought out to recruit him for their crime sprees. The Mafia convinced the Forger to live a life of crime among their ranks and so he became a member of the Mafia. To this day, the Forger has been forging documents to clean the Mafia's and his own crime slate in the town of Salem. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Tealer)

The Godfather had found out about his childhood rival moving back to town, and was quite disturbed with the fact. He had always ranted at the nightly meetings of how he dreamed of eliminating his rival, but the kid had moved out of town before the Godfather had come to power. It was a wonder how the rival's life had changed, and why he had returned. The cause of his return became quickly evident.

The rival revealed as Mayor within days upon his arrival, told the town he was determined to rid the town of evil. This strengthened the Godfather's desire to exterminate the Mayor, as he acted as if the evil wasn't in him. The night after he revealed, the Godfather took me to the Mayor's house and snuck us in. He told me to study the handwriting of the newfound Mayor and write out a will while he did the dirty work. I found a desk in the dark and used the moonlight to shed light upon his papers. After a while, the Godfather returned to me, asking how far I'd come. He had a napkin with blood in his hand, a dripping knife in the other, and a satisfied look on his face. It took me a few more minutes, but the gears started clicking. Almost as if programmed into me, I copied his handwriting, writing a will out to support us "As the Mayor, I know we should trust..."

We left, excited for the following day, knowing we'd succeed. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to TheToxicPencil)

A recruit that was drafted by the army, you and your squad were sent into battle. Led into an urban center by your captain, you were ambushed by enemy troops. Your squad eliminated and you crippling wounded, you quickly wrote down in the dead captain's journal that the squad discovered valuable intel on people, actions, and weapons in hopes that the army would come rescue you. The army did, but with causalities, and when they discovered that you had nothing, they threw you in jail and planned to execute you for treason. The day before the execution, the Mafioso lead an escape plan and allowed you to escape. Brought before the Godfather, he decided to give you a place in the family as long as you used your talents. Your choice was easy. (credit to Arckas)

Once, the Forger worked in the morgue. He goes to the body of the dead townie and swaps his will to make his enemies seem confused. (credit to tiffanyclarke123)

A bearded man in a black trenchcoat sits in his office, filled with scattered papers of the previous victims that attempted to spill the secrets of the Mafia. The Godfather is planning to kill a well known Sheriff and has asked him to write fake evidence, and put it in place of the Sheriff's will. As the Godfather leaves his office, the man grins and writes down with near-perfect handwriting, the "evidence"... The next morning, the will has been read to the town, and another innocent man has been hung. The town stares in horror because of what they done, while the Forger turns his head and forces a quiet chuckle, knowing there is one less problem for the Mafia to deal with... (credit to Squiddington)

The Forger sits in his cramped office, a dim lamp the only illumination in the room. A yellowed paper is in front of him- the will of one of the Mafioso's victims. He examines the paper closely: it's filled with info about the Godfather. He smiles, picks up his bright red pen, and begins to improvise. (unregistered contributor)

As a small time attorney the Lawyer specialized in writing wills for his clients. But as his gambling debts grew he required more money than he could legally make. And thus he began to alter his deceased client's wills to have a portion of their wealth distribute to various charity. These "charities" were just part of a shell game that increases the Lawyer's bank account. No one noticed until the Consigliere's father passed away, who just so happened to be a client of the Lawyer's. Due to his high levels of intelligence and his ability to read people he saw through the scheme. Instead of anger he was thoroughly impressed with the Lawyer's cleverness. One phone call to the Godfather, and the Lawyer became the Forger. (unregistered contributor)

Sitting alone in the office at his desk, the was then humane spell-checker for the Mayor was reviewing the New Year's Speech that was ready for tomorrow afternoon. Gad, he has awful handwriting. All filled with complete guff as usual, such as unemployment, 50% deals at the Superstore, and a general round-up of how normal Salem was the previous year. You hear someone entering, but you pay no notice until they tap you on the shoulder - it's your friends, the Consort and the Framer. The Consort suggests that they all go and hang at the Consigliere's place, taking the Mayor's speech along for a "quick revision". The next day, the Mayor finds himself in the middle of talking about how the Janitor is the best cleaner in town, and shortly afterwards finds himself being shot by the Vigilante for being a traitor to the town. It seems like the new Forger's work is done, and with a reward from the Godfather, he heads off home. (credit to Tempestral/I.eat.Goopys.carbonara)

Originally working as a censor woman in WW2, the Forger was recruited by MI6 due to her degree in graphology to analyse handwriting. She learnt the truth behind many politicians' secrets, including the truth behind the Watergate scandal, where Air Force One was going every day, and the most personal love letters between the Mayor and [censored]. One day, she was forced to forge a letter that bypassed all laws for a nuclear strike on Cuba to be permitted by the President, but she was going on holiday there with her family at the same time. She screwed up the paper in a rage, and ran away from all the secrecy - to the Town of Salem. It was so backwards that there was no way she would be found again. A few days later, she was recruited by the mafia for her talents, and readily agreed to forge fake wills due to her anger at the "good" side of the world. Anway, isn't writing letters a ladylike thing to do? (credit to Victoriouswizard)

The schoolteacher sits at his desk, grading his student's homework with a red marker. That night he is kidnapped by the Godfather. He is given a will from one of the Mafioso's targets. He tells the Forger to "improvise" upon it. Knowing he will be executed otherwise, the man does the task. The Godfather unbinds him, if he promises to be a part of the family. The teacher agrees. (credit to Bkfootball)

The Forger gets a message from his doorstep. "Cotton Mather" He understands completely. Behind the letter is a scroll reading suspicions on his best pal, The Framer. He spends the next 5 minutes understanding how her handwriting is done. He then starts to write. After an hour of carefully wording his will, he visits The Godfather and hands him the letter. The Godfather reads through it, smiling from time to time. He then hands it to the Mafioso. "Kill Cotton and make sure she has this will with her." The Mafioso nods and rushes off. "Thanks buddy, you always have my back." The Framer replied. (Credit To Runtoastrun)

“That must mean that Sarah Good is the disguiser!” yelled the terrified sheriff.

“I am nothing more than a vigilante trying to protect our town!” the horrified woman screamed back, but there was no point in arguing. The escort had died the previous night, and her last will claimed that SHE was Sarah Good.

“Let’s lynch Sarah, she’s obviously mafia!” yelled the Godfather with a slight smile.

“Yeah!” the rest of Salem responded. The poor vigilante was put on trial, and since she didn’t really have anything to prove that she was vigilante despite the fact that she was, everyone voted guilty.

Once she was revealed as truly being vigilante, the town was horrified.

“Why would the escort lie to us?!” exclaimed the shocked Townies. Everyone was so confused!

But the Forger wasn’t puzzled at all. It was just another average day, changing the last wills of the mafia’s targets to frame the people that stood in her and the rest of the mafia’s way. (Credit to Mudkip755).

Framer
"I've found evidence linking her to the Mafia!" the venerable Sheriff declared as he pointed to the confused Medium. He then pulled out a handful of crumpled notes, detailing the locations of shady out-of-town meetings at night and written in blood-red ink while starting his 'death to the Mafia' spiel. The Medium tried to defend herself to the best of her abilities, claiming that one would have to be an abject fool to think that those notes could correlate to the Mafia, but fortunately (or unfortunately, in the Medium's case), the Sheriff's years of experience led him to believe that he really had genuine info. He led the Medium's execution, and then realized as she breathed her last... she was framed. Her last will held not her words of dedication to the Mafia... just the words of the deceased townsfolk. The Framer noted the irony in the Sheriff's spiel with his fellow Mafia comrades while the rest of the town turned a blind eye to the incognito Mafia, and one of the brave citizens shouted out loud to jail and execute the Sheriff for his mistake. As the meeting for the day concluded and almost everyone went back to their homes, the Framer congratulated himself on what he had accomplished. Who knew where a few old documents could get you? (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Juuhazan)

You sneak up behind the mark and give him a quick tap on the head with your hammer. You dislike physical violence, but in cases such as this it must be done. You take a sample of the now unconscious man's fingerprints and then immediately get to work. First is his medical degree; that's got to go. You hide it on his person and replace it with a blood oath to the Godfather - falsified, of course. You splatter the blood reserves he keeps around on his knives and place them conspicuously on the table. You hope it's the same plasma type as the guy the Godfather wanted axed tonight. You disorganize the building, throwing papers everywhere, opening drawers, placing incriminating evidence everywhere. As you leave his residence, you see a man in an exaggerated cowboy hat peer in through the window and gasp. You smile, your job done here. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Sarcostep)

"I told you! I don't know how those files got there!" the townie screamed, shocked that the Sheriff would think that she was a member of the Mafia. "Shut up. You're clearly part of the Mafia." the Sheriff growled as he strolled out, thinking he had another "villain" that was ready to be lynched the following morning. Yet, He wasn't aware of one person... the Framer. He couldn't help but laugh as he watched the scene unfold. Those files never belonged that townie, but to him. Once the worried Townie went to bed, he quickly picked up those files and went stormed out. Tonight was a perfect night, which lead to the lynching of an Escort who had kept their Godfather distracted. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to KittyKnight)

A man sneaks into the house of a suspected Mafioso with a black briefcase. He gets down to business right away, planting weapons all over the unsuspecting victim's house. Before the rise of the sun, he leaves before anyone can ever realize he was there.

When the sun rises the next morning, all of the town awakens after a night of rest. Everyone except the Sheriff, who has been busy all night interrogating the suspect. He points his finger at the suspect, and says "Lynch her."

The suspect pleads that she is just a medium, but the Sheriff is convinced that all of that is an act. The suspect is quickly executed. Various occult items fall out her pockets, revealing her true role, Medium. The Town's eyes turn to the Sheriff: the Framer's next target. (unregistered contributor)

A fabrication expert, the Framer is the master of incrimination. Using their vast criminal information network, the Framer plants incriminating evidence upon any target of their choosing; causing even the most deductive Investigators to stop and consider whether they can trust their investigative skills. (credit to Ace2369)

The members of the Town stare at the gallows, all horrified at what they had just mistakenly done. The Sheriff swings in the air by his neck lifelessly, betrayed by those he swore to protect. You see, when people talk too much, they need to be either silenced, discredited or eliminated. In this case, the Framer took her time planting just the right amount of "evidence" in just the right places so that an Investigator could eventually stumble upon it and expose that "liar" claiming to be a Sheriff. Sobbing and anger fills the air as the sun starts to set; the Town members head home with their heads down and their hearts heavy for their mistake. As the Mafioso passes the Framer, she respectfully nods her head in thanks for the Framer's work which resulted in the Sheriff getting hung. Without her, the Mafioso would be swinging in the Sheriff's place due to the Sheriff calling her out the day before. The Framer smiles as she walks home, and shortly after begins to forge more "evidence" to keep her Family out of the spotlight. (credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Framer heard the call of the Godfather and got out his pen. With the speed only a master of his trade could muster, the Framer drew up false incriminating documents and placed them in his target's house. Led by the Town's Investigatives, the Town continued to lynch person-after-person who had appeared as mafia, but mysteriously, not a single person was. A few days later, standing on the corpses of a town that killed itself, the Framer laughed. (unregistered contributor)

The Framer checked his pockets, making sure he had the forged documents. He did. And it was time to put them to good use. It was still rather early in the evening. This was important for the Framer, as he had to plant the documents there as soon as possible, in case any of the town investigative roles decided to check this house as well. Lockpicking the back door of the Lookout's house, he sneaked inside, looking for a place to leave the documents. He couldn't put them anywhere too obvious, or they wouldn't be very convincing. He carefully took himself down into the basement. This was where just about every town member hid information about their role. He picked a desk and lay the documents on there, rolled up with the exception of one which was half-done, to make it look like it was still in the process of being forged. He carefully placed a pen next to the half-done document and exited the house, closing the back door behind him. He'd done his job, now he just had to hope the town investigative did theirs. The next morning, the Investigator stepped up and declared that he had found forged documents in the Lookout's house. The town started talking and the accused Lookout tried to defend himself as best as he could, despite the evidence against him. The Sheriff said he'd double-check that night and the town disbanded. The Godfather sent the Mafioso to take care of the Investigator, while the Framer returned to the Lookout's house with a fresh set of forged documents, leaving them in exactly the same place for the Sheriff to find. The next morning, the Investigator and Lookout were both found dead. The Investigator was shot by the Mafioso, and the Lookout was executed by the Jailor. The Framer smirked to himself briefly. The framing was a success, and the Sheriff would join the Investigator very soon. (credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Framer before his Mafia days had a rival who kept bragging about great he is at his job. Tired of being out shined and pushed around, one night the Framer forged evidence to make his rival look like he was a member Mafia. The next morning the Sheriff stood up saying "He is Mafia, lynch him now!" The rival pleaded not be lynched, but the town ignored him and lynched him. That night the Godfather sent the Consigliere to find the person who framed the lynched man. When the Consigliere found the Framer, the Godfather busted into the Framer's house. The Framer asked "Is this my last night?" "No, this is night you will remember for the rest of your life." Said the Godfather. "The night you join the family with your excellent framing skills". (credit to Crazyzombie168)

The Framer's life had been cut short. A clever Vigilante had shot the Framer in the second night. But the Framer's life was not over. It had just begun. One night, the Framer spoke with the Medium. "Framer, you know who the Mafia are," said the Medium "so you might as well just tell me who they are." The Framer didn't want to betray the mafia. Yet he told the Medium the identities of the Mafioso and Godfather. That same night, the mafia killed the Medium. The Medium's last will contained everything the Framer had told the Medium. Convinced that the Medium wouldn't lie, the Major voted to lynch the Godfather. The Godfather was lynched, but it turns out that they were the Jailor, not the Godfather. It was only then that everyone realized that the Medium's will was false. And it had all been because of the Framer's lies. For the town, it was far too late. The mafia killed everyone, one by one, until the town became outnumbered... (-Anonymous Contributor)

Godfather
The Godfather leans back in his chair, a cigar puffing out amongst his accomplices. "So? Any idea who should fall tonight?" The Consigliere speaks up. "The man on 5th Avenue, the one with the limp. He's our Investigator. He's the one we should take out." The Godfather nods his head slowly, and then glances towards the two men sitting on his right. One's hands are scarred, burned by the acid he uses. The other has a revolver strapped to his waste. Both men glance at each other, and then look back towards the Godfather. "Then it's done," the Godfather says, removing the cigar from his mouth and pressing its end into the small portrait of the Investigator. He spends the rest of the night staring over the table of the remaining portraits, when suddenly a knock is heard at his door. He stands up, and covers the portraits and paperwork. He opens the door, and there stands the Sheriff. Known as a well established businessman, he shakes the Sheriff's hand and sends him on his way. He goes back to his chair. Gunshots ring out at 5th Avenue, and a smile spreads across the Godfather's face. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to blackcrow70)

"Let's get to work."

He saw a group of people, outlined against the night sky. Talking, quietly, but with force and conviction in their hushed voices. One, a man in heavy black armor, green glowing goggles and a large shield, another, a beautiful, slim bodied woman, long straight brown hair reaching down to her slender waist. And the final, a man with Medium, short black hair sticking straight up. They were speaking of what to do in the night. The man in armor asking who to blackmail, the woman, discussing in a sweet, seductive voice who to "distract" on this cold night. And the final, looking over at him, simply said "Who we killing, boss?"

"Boss", yes, that was him. A tall middle-aged man, dark short hair slicked back, looking as clean as his tidy black suit and red tie. He smiled slyly, pulling out a thick cigar and shiny metal lighter. Lighting the cigar, he put it in the corner of his mouth, not breaking his smile, and said in a deep, commanding voice, "Anyone who won't submit to us." (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to TheWillAffect)

The Godfather has always been a part of this town. Even in his humble beginnings as an overlooked orphan, when noone payed any attention to him. Growing up on the streets he had an uncharacteristically unassuming and non-threatening nature – he did not believe in threats. But beneath this facade he slowly accumulated a hidden empire and became king of the underworld. After years of clever maneuvering, his grip on this town was stronger than any other member of the community. But the new Mayor and Sherriff were on to his operation, even if they did not suspect him personally. They stirred the townies into a panicked rebellion against the Mafia. However, the Godfather was not so easily subdued. He has been the target of countless attacks over the years and he survived them all. With the help of his trusted Consilgiere he would seek out those town members who did not yield to the Mafia. And if they could not be reasoned with, they could certainly be made to sleep with the fishes... (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Erzberge)

Stepping from the shadows, only one man can make even the most war hardened Veteran and maniac driven Serial Killer quake in their boots. The Godfather is the head of the criminal organization known as the Mafia. He leads his Family with an iron fist, stamping out anyone that won't submit to his authority. His hands can stay clean thanks to the Mafioso, but that doesn't mean the Godfather is afraid to do his own dirty work. (unregistered contributor)

The Godfather wasn't always a wicked man, for a long time he was a welcome member of the town in his youth. He and the Mayor were playmates in their childhood, but a disagreement lead to a bitter rivalry that exists to this day. The young man (Godfather) was known to be an up and coming town member who was generally loved and respected, and had a very good chance of being elected Mayor of the town. His rival (The Mayor) seethed in anger seeing this, as his campaigns were failing to win over the town members. The Mayor hired the Spy, Investigator and Sheriff to dig up some dirt on him, but they failed to find anything damning. They eventually fabricated damning evidence that horrified and disgusted the town, leading to the banishment of the young man. The young man was angry, betrayed by those he loved and cared for, and promised to get revenge on every single one of them for believing his corrupt rival over him. The Mafia at the time noticed the potential of this young man, and brought him in as a Mafioso to let him use his anger for the gain of the Family. As time went on, the original Godfather became very sick, and with his dying breath, he appointed the young man as the new Godfather because of his talents. Brimming with a sense of darkness in his heart and a lust for revenge, the young man became the new head of the Family, and returned to his home town with his new-found Family backing him to kill those who turned him into a hard-hearted criminal, and more specifically, the corrupt Mayor. (credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Godfather looks up at the Mafioso from his chair, then back at the pictures on the desk. Pictures of their target for the night. No words are exchanged between the two, but the Mafioso already knows what the Godfather wants: Kill this person and make sure they don't squeak a word about the mafia's identity. The Mafioso nods sharply and walks out of the Godfather's house. The Godfather sits back and treats himself to a glass of whiskey. He remembered a time when he was in the Mafioso's shoes, asking the Godfather who was next and being given a target. Now here he was, top of the ladder of organized crime and with his own Mafioso at his command. He looked out to the street. The Mafioso was almost at the target's house, before a woman stopped him, taking his attention. The Godfather scowled. The Escort had found the Mafioso. He got up, opened the front door, and stared out at the two. Across the way, he sees tonight's target open his door and do the same, looking at the Mafioso and the Escort. Then he draws a revolver and a shot rings out. The Godfather watches as his Mafioso is shot dead by the Vigilante, rage building inside him. The Escort spits on the Mafioso's body and walks off, while the Vigilante starts dragging the body into the centre of town. The Godfather steps out, closing the door behind him and sneaks up to the Vigilante, who stares down at the dead Mafioso. The Vigilante is grinning broadly, still unaware of the Godfather's presence who draws his own personal pistol. "The mafia is weakening!" the Vigilante exclaims triumphantly to nobody. The Godfather shakes his head and adds onto the Vigilante's statement, raising his pistol to the Vigilante. "They also pay back instantly." and the Vigilante barely has a chance to turn around before the Godfather pulls the trigger, avenging his Mafioso. As for the Escort? Well when the sun rises and the Vigilante's body is checked, one note is found, covered in the Vigilante's blood: "You're next, my dear." (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

A corrupted Mayor, a King of Hearts who orders executions left and right, the Godfather is something to be feared. He sits in the shadows, so forbidding even his underlings tremble as they report to him. He smiles as the Medium's throat is slit ear to ear, he grins as the Jester is gutted, entrails hung up like grotesque wallpaper. A heavy aura of fear surrounds him; he basks in it, revels in it, the terror of the helpless townspeople is what he aims for. It's why he's chosen to become a master of espionage instead of etiquette. It is far better to be feared than loved, yes? (unregistered contributor)

Janitor
The Janitor is just a lowly schoolhouse custodian. He takes the abuse of the townspeople's children, the taunts and the bullying. The Janitor is used to it. Any scrap of food left on the cafeteria table is slipped into his pocket, for his pay is meager, and food is a necessity of life, is it not? This has been his life for as long as he can remember. But, as he lay in bed one night, contemplating what he shall do, his door is broken in half. In walks a large and rather intimidating man. He soon realizes he is The Godfather. Fearing for his life, he begs for mercy. The Godfather only laughs, until he realizes who he is going to kill. A plan forms in his head. The Janitor has the skillset to clean anything...even a dead body, wiping away any trace of a will or clues to what a lowly townsperson's role is. The Janitor is offered a choice. Use his skills for the good of the Mafia, or die. Anyone in their right mind would choose correctly. He grabs his mop, and his bucket, and follows The Godfather outside. Revenge is sweet, but not dirty. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to justlyra)

He gets the call at three past midnight. "We need a clean-up, bring extra spray, this one was messy. I'll send ya the address." A gruff man on the other end says quickly, hanging up before the sleepy man can even reply. He mutters a few curses to himself before getting out of bed. He knows he should not be surprised they called him this late, but some part of him still wishes the other Mafia members realized that a guy has to sleep at some point. He worries not about looks, it is not like the dead are going to judge him if he has bed head. All he does is simply slip on his shoes, don a black trench coat and hat, grab his special supplies, and head out to the address sent to him. They were right, this one was a messy kill. "Must've been a newbie, the experts ain't this sloppy." The poor woman was riddled with bullet holes, blood sprayed every which way. The Janitor is quick yet meticulous with his work. The body is easy enough to get rid of, this is what the garbage bag was for; the blood is another matter. Still, nothing all that complicated for an expert. The body is gone, the blood is gone, and no trace is left of who the woman was, nor the person who erased her. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to HOM3STUCK413)

"Could he leave more of a mess?" the Janitor grumbles as he surveys the scene. Mangled corpse? Obvious signs of a struggle? Blood everywhere? Check, check, check. With the lye already heated up, it's a simple matter to haul the body over to his house and gently lower it into the liquid. Then, the true work begins. Back in the victim's house, every piece of furniture is examined and thrown onto the lawn and every blood splatter is meticulously scrubbed away.

Finally, the Janitor turns to the last will of the poor soul. Nothing special, only a blunt list of actions. Yet his eyes linger on the top- "John Hawthorne, Doctor." Ah, to be a Doctor again! Examinations, autopsies, vivisections... In the medical field, the Janitor was an expert, nay, a prodigy. The sudden loss of his license crushed him as he was relegated to the role of custodian. Thus, the Janitor turned to the one group that could give him the same thrill. After all, the Mafia always needs someone to clean up.

Tearing his gaze from a reminder of the past, the Janitor crumples the last will and chucks it onto the pile of furniture outside. A smattering of gasoline and a single match feed the hungry flame. In the morning, the Town would awaken to an empty house with a scorched lawn. John Hawthorne's body and will would never be found, nor his role determined. Another successful cleaning. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to nighthawk101)

A former Town of Salem medical examiner, fired because of his relation to the criminal underground and forced to take work as a custodian, the Janitor takes his ironically named job very seriously. After the dirty work of the Mafioso and Godfather, the Janitor removes all traces of the body's former identity; disposing of wills and any leads to the victim's occupation. (unregistered contributor)

Revenge is wonderful; the Janitor whistles happily as he cleans the bloody corpse of the Town's Head Doctor who fired him from the job he loved. The Mafia promised vengeance when the Town's Political Board forced him out, and the Godfather fulfilled his promise. Working beside his best friend, the Disguiser applies the last of the necessary makeup to become the now deceased Doctor while the Janitor mops up the last of the blood and tosses a heavy bag filled with remains over his shoulder. The Disguiser looks at the Janitor and says in the Doctor's voice: “You clean up rather well.” The Janitor grins, and says back to him: “So do you, Doc.” (credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Janitor and the Mafioso stared down at the dead body of the Jailor. The Mafioso had done his job, now the Janitor had to do his. The Mafioso gives him a little wave and walks out of the jail while the Janitor gets to work. The Janitor scrubs the blood off the floor and walls, and then starts working on the Jailor's body. He cleans out the bloodstains with some powerful cleaning agents and then starts searching the Jailor's pockets. What's this? A log indicating who the Jailor jailed on what night, and what role they claimed? The Mafioso and the Framer were both on this log, having both been jailed. Oh no no, the town couldn't see this. The Janitor pocketed the document and continued searching the Jailor. Ah, keys to the jail! Also worth hiding. If there was any piece of evidence implying the Jailor's role, it was up to the Janitor to destroy it. He searched the rest of the jail, finding small documents verifying the Jailor's identity and pocketed them all. This was all information the town couldn't be permitted to know. Once he was done, he took his leave with the jail keys and all the evidence and returned to his home. There, he buried the jail keys in his fireplace, lit up the fireplace and started throwing the Jailor's log and evidence of his role into the fire, burning it all. This was information the town didn't need to know and were better off not knowing. By the time all the evidence had been destroyed, morning was rising over the town and the Janitor got up and went to the courtyard, where the Jailor's body was. The Executioner searched his pockets, taking longer than usual, which was making the town restless. Finally, he stopped and when the Lookout asked why, he simply replied "There's absolutely no evidence of this man's role. No logs, no documents, nothing." which caused the town to start whispering to each other with uncertainty, some suspecting Investigator while others suspected a simple Jester. That day, the Sheriff stepped forward and claimed to have found a mafia member. The town put the man on trial, much to the man's denial and he was lynched. The Framer had been at the man's house the night before. The lynched town member was revealed to be the Doctor. The Sheriff quickly begged for the Jailor to protect him tonight, but the Janitor knew the Jailor was already dead. That night, he told the Godfather this information, and the Godfather sent the Mafioso and Janitor after the Sheriff. The Janitor smirked, picking up his equipment again and getting it ready to clean the Sheriff. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The housekeeper wasn't getting enough money. He barely had enough for his kids. He was desperate. He would do anything. Problem was, he spent his whole life cleaning. What use would that do? During his nightly work, he knocked on doors, asking for any tips, saying he was a bit low on money. He got nothing. Nothing whatsoever. Then he knocked on the Godfather's door. He went in and cleaned the house. Then he told him his position. "Really? What are you good at?" The Godfather raised his eyebrows. "THe problem is, all I can do is clean." He sat there looking at the ground. "Well, if you're REALLY desperate, I can get you some money. IF, and only if, you clean the bodies that we kill." The Godfather looked at him. "Well... How much, I'm really desperate?" The Godfather smiled and showed him a small stack of cash. The housekeepers jaw dropped. "Well, you know what? Yes! This was it. He was a Janitor. (Credit to Runtoastrun)

Mafioso
Obey. That was the only word he understood. Though he may seem like your average everyday townie, the story behind his grin is a grim, horrible and ghastly tale. That man is only known as the Mafioso. He dreams of only one thing; a brighter future for his whole family. Especially for his beloved Godfather. Just to achieve that dream, he will murder anyone his Godfather wishes. Whether it be the Mayor that once stood in the Godfather's way, an Investigator who tracked down the Arsonist or even a Werewolf who killed the Survivor that promised to stand by his side... he just doesn't care. So long as anyone who opposes him is dead, or submitting to the Mafia. But... what if the Godfather was killed? Well... let's just say a replacement is already waiting. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to KittyKnight)

There was a satisfying crunch as the Mafioso's fist connected with the Doctor's chin. The Doctor stumbled backwards as several teeth fell from his mouth. The Mafioso advanced on the Doctor, throwing him into the next room. The Doctor stood hurriedly before searching frantically for a knife. He swung wildly at the Mafioso, who ducked under the attack and grabbed the Doctor's arm, wrenching it backwards. The Doctor started screaming as the Mafioso broke his arm. The Doctor fell to the floor, crying in pain. The Mafioso slowly pulled out a knife from his belt. The screams stopped pretty quickly after that. The Mafioso looked out from behind a curtain for any onlookers, noticing the Framer slipping away from his target's home. The Mafioso inspected his suit, noticing it was spotted with blood. He sighed in disgust. He decided to go back to his house for a change of attire. As day began to approach, the Mafioso searched for the Sheriff to declare there had been a murder. The Town began to gather and the Mafioso was surprised to discover that the Godfather had been killed by the Jailor. He felt no misery as the Sheriff looked over the Godfather's body. The Sheriff dragged away the body of the man who had brought him into the gritty underworld of Salem, yet the Mafioso felt no despair. As the Investigator revealed that the Framer's target was a member of the Mafia, the Framer slowly approached the Mafioso. 'This is a disaster.' He whispered to the Mafioso. The Mafioso murmured something inaudible whilst the Town dragged the Framer's target to the gallows. The man yelled out that he wasn't part of the Mafia as the noose was tightened around his neck. 'What shall we do?' Whispered the Framer. The Mafioso felt a grin spread across his face, realising this what he had always wanted. 'I will lead us to riches, my friend.' (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to bearprey)

There are big plans for this town. BIG plans. He didn't know what they were, and he didn't wanna know. Ideas, plans, that was for the Don and the bosses. To be honest, it reminded him of his tour in the army. Those war movies? Forget about it. they're a bunch of garbage. When his unit wasn't on the march or shooting some village to pieces, he was on his ass most of the day, every day. Drawing a paycheck, killing time and waiting. Until orders come down from on high. Then it's grab your guns, grab your tools, do the job and do it well. Things are different now, better food, better work, better clothes, and better company. Like those men he served with, these mobsters are his family, his brothers. A small part of him doesn't like having to go after civvies in the night, but the boss says that we need this town, all of it, for the families survival. If the townies are too dumb to leave, then it's survival of the fittest. The Godfather knows best and the family is everything. EVERYTHING. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Furril)

An up-and-coming star in the mafia, the Mafioso does everything in their power to impress his Godfather. Raised on the streets, the Mafioso breaks kneecaps and dirt-naps anyone that stands against the Family. He is the right hand of the Godfather and will take his place should the family lose its head. (unregistered contributor)

By day, he is just a simple part of the town, trying to lynch the evil-doers. But at night, he sneakes out to visit the Godfather. The Godfather gives him the orders. He gladly does it. Tip-toeing out, he stealthly walks to his targets house and assassinates him. He drags out the body to the town center, leaving a death note clenched in the targets hand, then returns to his own house. At morning, he calls out the sheriff and, between fake sobs, tells him that he found this man with a death note in hand. As he hands the death note to the sheriff, he can hardly contain the smirk on his face. But...what's this? Someone is accusing the Godfather of treason! Despite his efforts, the Godfather is hung. As the Framer meets up with him, the Framer asks who will lead them. Putting on a bold smile, he says two words. "I will." (unregistered contributor)

The Mafioso looks at his collection of weaponry, picking one that looks right for the job tonight. The Godfather had tasked him with eliminating a nosy town member tonight. The Mafioso was only too happy to oblige, and so now here he sat in his basement, studying each weapon and deciding which one should get the job done as he needs. He finally picks one, a lightweight pistol but with enough kick to get the job done. He looks to the Godfather's house, seeing him watching the Mafioso through a window. They nod to each other and the Mafioso sets off for the target's house. He opens the door slowly, creeping inside and closing it behind him. There were numerous knives lying on the counter. One of them was stained with blood, from what the Mafioso could see. As he laid eyes on that knife, his skin began to crawl. Was this the Serial Killer? Did the Godfather send him after someone more evil than him? The Mafioso shook his head and concentrated. No. The Godfather sent him here to do a job. Regardless of who it is, he had to do it. He promised loyalty to the family and the Godfather. He crept further into the house and as he was about to sneak into the basement, he heard the door open again. It was the occupant. The Mafioso waited until the occupant walked into the kitchen, breathing a heavy sigh and wiping beads of sweat from his brow. The Mafioso saw his chance, aimed carefully from the shadows, and fired. The shot connected with the other man and the Mafioso quickly turned tail and fled from the house, not sure whether or not he had actually killed him. That morning, the body was found in the courtyard...but so was the Godfather's. It was revealed the Godfather had been executed by the Jailor and the person the Mafioso shot was actually the Doctor. That same day, the Investigator spoke up, accusing the Mafioso. The Investigator had found the Mafioso's weapon collection! The Mafioso quickly claimed that the Investigator was an Executioner, and invited the Sheriff to check him tonight to confirm. That night, sure as promised, the Sheriff barged his way into the Mafioso's home and started interrogating him with a brutal third degree. Normally, the Mafioso would have caved under the pressure and admitted to being a member of the family, but there was something different about how he felt tonight. He felt cool, calm and collected despite seeing the Godfather's body before him just hours ago. The Sheriff started investigating the Mafioso's home. As much as he really didn't want to admit it, there was genuinely nothing suspicious he could find on the Mafioso. Reluctantly, he left the Mafioso's home to report his inability to find anything dodgy. The Mafioso smiled to himself and started to pick his target for the night, exactly as the Godfather used to. He was now in the Godfather's shoes. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Godfather was very intimidating. However, intimidation wasn't enough. He needed some helpers. He knocked on doors. He didn't know what he was looking for exactly, but when he saw a fitting person, he would take them. Then, he found someone. He knocked vigorously. The Godfather got answered by a young, shaking man. "Err... Hi..." The Godfather looked at him bitterly. "May I come in?" "Of course, make yourself at home!" The Godfather walked in sat down. "Listen closely. I need someone to help kill the town. We will rule it." "I'm sorry?" The man looked utterly shocked. "You will help me with this mission. Whoever I ask you to kill, whoever I ask you to visit, you must must follow my lead." The Godfather was now smiling. "Well... What about my family... My friends... I..." He looked like he was about to cry. "You will follow my commands. You may even get promoted. Your family may survive, if you work well enough." His smile widened. "What if I say no?" The Godfather stopped smiling. "I will tell the town you're a killer. I'm good at persuasion." "I..." The man tried to think of something, but he was stuck. "That settles it. Don't think about telling anyone about this. Or your family won't be here to stay much longer." The Godfather seemed pleased. He walked out of the house silently. The man stood there. He had to do what he had to do. (Credit To Runtoastrun)

The Mafioso was a trusted Vigilante; the entire town trusted him, until the Godfather offered him so much more. Thanks to the Disguiser, he was able to make people seem as if he was new. The Godfather had ordered him to eliminate another town member. He bowed down then immediately left the room. He slowly approached the house of the victim, and aimed his gun right on the middle of his forehead. Before the victim could react, a loud bang was heard. The Mayor unhappily announced another murder had occurred. The Mafioso nonchalantly smiled as the victim was revealed to be his old pal, Vigilante. (Credit to AzureSemptember)

Amnesiac
At the graveyard past the meadows of Salem, amidst the broken gravestones and drooping willow trees, a man strolls along a path every day. Nobody knows him or whatever he came here for, and he knows nobody - not even himself. Past the narrow path, he looks down to each crumbling slab of rock, at the worn names and chiselled last words from people whose faces he's never known. His clothes are ragged as his memories are shattered, and sometimes he imagines himself lying in the graveyard, under a different face, under a different name that wasn't written on him. And one night, under the round moon, he stumbles over one fresh gravestone that wasn't there the night before. Sifting aside the dirt, he reads a name and smiles at a jolt across his mind. He knows where he left off, and it's time for him to get back down to business. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Alzar)

In the cemetery, a lone man walks around, looking at the headstones, thinking very hard. Ever since the man fell from a ladder on his head, he forgot EVERYTHING about himself, and no matter how hard he tries to remember, he can't. So now he spends his night wandering the graveyard, looking at the headstones, wondering who he was. He stops at a headstone of a random dead person. He doesn't bother looking at the headstone, for it would remind him that they had a life, and knew everything from their past before they passed. He just stared at the rugged gray cement, with the name, Giles Corey, etched into the surface. He began thinking about how cool Giles was, with his funny jokes and helping nature. I miss him, he thought to himself. Maybe you knew who I was befor-. It all came back that instant. The Amnesiac remembered who he was before, what he did, his family, everything. He yelled in excitement, running back to the town, wanting to tell everyone that his memory was back. In the morning, when he announced his memory was back, no one had the heart to tell him that he had mistaken all the events of his life with the life of Giles Corey, the man who had died the other day protecting the Doctor from the Serial Killer. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to ProjectRysa)

She'd been living like this, without a memory, for years now. They said she'd lost her memory after an explosion, but that was all they knew. They didn't know her name, who she was, why'd she'd been at the place of the explosion - she was a Jane Doe. It haunted her. She wanted to know who she was - craved to know, but wherever she looked, there weren't any answers. She was sitting in a café when it happened. This was something she'd do every week; she'd buy a newspaper and walk over to her favourite café. There she'd order some toast and coffee. Combing through the obituaries, she'd search for any clues of who she'd been before the explosion. The idea that reading about what other people had been would bring her any closer to her identity might seem futile, but it was all she had. No one alive in this town could give her any clues of who she was, so maybe, she figured, the dead could. Reading the obituaries in silence, one of them caught her eye. Her breath hitched and she could feel her heart beating faster; yes, yes! She remembered! (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Norling)

After an exploding shrapnel accident, the once-glorious Amnesiac lacks anything but a shadow of his former life. As the town and mafia fall prey to death after death, as the people slowly dwindle down in numbers, the Amnesiac visits the graveyard one night and stares blankly at a tombstone. Suddenly, the Amnesiac's eyes widen. He remembers. (credit to Swedishlemon)

When the vigilante was walking through the Town of Salem, he was attacked by a member of the mafia and fell unconscious. Luckily, the doctor cam in time to save him. Though he woke up will no memory of who he was and how he got there. When the doctor let him free to go, one shady women asked if he can come with her. She told the vigilante that he was a mafioso and he needs to help the mafia. The consort and now mafioso worked together because of one forgetful mistake by the amnesiac. (Credit to Mineawesome)

You were recently realized from a near by hospital. Upon waking up you realize you don't remember anything and the doctors tell you your name. Your doctors thought it best to just send you home with your friends to help you recover from the amnesia. You may not know what you are doing, but it is up to you to decide your path. (credit to Hiphoplog)

A person wanders the Salem graveyard during midnight, staring at tombstones of people that have fallen victim to the Mafia. He experiences flashes and glimpses of his past life as he reads the inscriptions on the stone slabs. Before he makes his way off back to his home, he notices a tombstone of the Serial Killer that was lynched recently. As he stares at it, the glimpses become more intense and more graphic. Then he suddenly snaps his view right in front of him, his eye twitching and his mouth slowly quivering into a sickly grin. He knows his true purpose. (credit to Squiddington)

There once were two Serial Killers who worked together to eliminate the Town and Mafia. One night, one Serial Killer decided to kill the Mayor. The other warned him of a Bodyguard, yet he still decided to do it. He silently approached the Mayor's house with a knife, the Bodyguard attacked. The Serial Killer stabbed him before he could shoot, but the Bodyguard's gun landed on his head, causing amnesia. He lived for several days as an Amnesiac while the other Serial Killer insisted he was a Serial Killer too. Eventually the Sheriff got suspicious and called out the Serial Killer, leading to his demise. That night the Amnesiac visited the graveyard, and found himself looking at the Serial Killers grave. He suddenly remembered his past, and retrieved his old knife. He began to finish the rest of the Town and Mafia continuing his work. The Town had noticed the footprints near the grave, and wondered, "Who is the new Serial Killer?" (credit to gaugamer237)

After 3 years in the Salem Hospital, the Amnesiac is released from the psychiatric ward to remember where she lived. She had remembered living in the Town of Salem. Once in her dusty home, She writes notes to herself trying to remember what she did for a job. The first day back, The framer was lynched by the investigator for working against the town. Fuzzy memories flash past her as she tries to remember, But she was not a framer working for the mafia. Another day passed of attempted remembrance of job, she had saw the investigator dead in front of their house. Later, the serial killer was lynched when the sheriff pointed him out. More fuzzy memories had appeared, just more broad. That night, she had visited the serial killer's house, let herself in, and looked around. The serial killer had a collection of knifes. Seeing these knifes flashed memories stronger than the flashes from seeing the framer's death. She knew her purpose now. To continue her work as a Serial Killer before the Bodyguard incident. (credit to Setpep)

It was around midnight, a simple Lookout was in his house, getting ready for bed. He heard something coming from outside, he walked to the door, and saw a shadow of a person, he approached the shadow, but didn't see anything, the person snuck up on him from behind, and hit him on the ground, they struggled, until the other man stabbed him in his head. Months later, the Lookout wakes up in the hospital of Salem. One of the doctors looked at him, "He's alive!" says the doctor, the other doctors enter the room, "W-What happened?" asked the Lookout, "You were attacked. We still don't know by who. You had serious head injuries, you're very lucky you're alive." says the doctor. After recovering, he gets sent back home, he still doesn't remember anything from his past life, everything that happened that night, was just a vague memory, "Who am I?" he asked himself. One day he walked through the Salem graveyard, and saw the grave of a jester, "Am I a jester?" he asked himself, memories flash by, "No, no, I can't remember anything about a jester..." he says, he sees a serial killer's grave, he walks towards it, suddenly he remembers what happened that night, this dead serial killer was the same one who attacked him so many months ago. Suddenly he remembers who he is, "I am the lookout." he said, and he walks away from the grave. (Credit to Thibo1102)

The Investigator swiftly went in to his target's house at night, the man had called him out, claiming he was the lookout and that he had visited the Sheriff the night he died. Half the town had believed the fool, only the real Lookout, the Veteran and Doctor knew he was innocent. As he turned on his lamp, he found what he had expected. The person's basement were lined with false documents, too many for a Framer to put in before he came. He wrote the man down as the Framer. And left. However, once he came home, he saw a Vigilante, his revolver aimed at his head. the Vigilante shot him, but the Doctor, one of the people on his side, quickly came to his aid. But the shot had given him amnesia, when he came out to the circle, he didn't remember anything, not even getting healed by the Doctor when the Vigilante shot him. Or finding the Framer. He became an Amnesiac. There was another Investigator who said that the man who he investigated the night he got shot by the Vigilante was the Framer, the executioner was still alive, and the town believed he was the executioner, and lynched him. Despite his defenses. That night, the Investigator, now an amnesiac. Wandered the graves at night. He looked at the sheriff's grave. Memories flashed by. But he didn't remember anything about being a sheriff. His memories tampered with him as he went by grave after grave, until his sight rested on the Investigator's grave. Memories flashed by, becoming more and more graphic. And then he remembered his true self. "I am the Investigator" He said aloud to no one, then walked to his house. Once he returned home he gathered his old information, seeing who the Framer was. When dawn streamed into the town, the town was excited to see the Mafioso, killed by the Veterean, and the Godfather, executed by the Jailor, dead. One man didn't look enthusiastic about it at all, the same person he investigated the night he got shot. He raised his finger towards the Framer, now the Mafioso, ready to accuse him. (unregistered contributor)

A man strolls through the graveyard of Town Of Salem. No one knows who this man is, not even himself. He moved to this town trying to remember who he once was. He stared at all of the graves looking at the people's names and their roles in the town. They all seemed to distance. Far off from what he thought he was. He had no idea what he was but he figured he would know if he saw it. Every day was the same- Town accuses someone, they lynch them. Every night was the same- He took a walk and looks at graves. One day this will be different. The man would always think to himself. One day I will remember who I was- who I am, and I will show the town not to kill an innocent town member but instead I will find the mafia. I will find them by myself, and I will kill them. The next day as he passed through the graveyard he spotted a grave he never saw before. The dirt was just recently put back down. ‘William Hobbs: He was a great man, an investigator. He killed the blackmailer. May he rest in peace.’ He read, suddenly in a second the man remembered everything. He remembered how he was also an investigator. He remembered everyone he had looked at, and he heard his past self say something that stuck to his mind. “We have some work to do.” (Credit to Squirtlesmind)

Arsonist
"Good luck." A subtle saying typically used in a way to instill a false sense of innocence in someone. Seeming to be a kind gesture towards the other people in the town. But to him, it was nothing more than a veiled threat, thrown out loudly and with a devilish smile. He only said it, because he knew they would need it... Once the night came, his fun began. Walking slowly, proudly, a puff in his chest and a spring in his step. Visiting other's houses, brandishing a gas can, emptying it on their houses, whistling and smiling. Letting loose a single, satisfied word once his can was empty. "Doused." Three nights later, 2 people had been hung to death, the town Sheriff and a Jester, who was likely to take another's soul this coming night, the town was in paranoia, people claiming others were evil, angrily calling those who did not agree "Idiots" or saying the rather popular phrase "Stupid town". But to him, it was just fading into the noise of birds chirping, water rushing, and far, within his mind, the screams of people burning. The night forced everyone into their homes, but he only had one word on his mind, and let it loose from his ash stained lips. "Ignite." The screams in his mind, were suddenly very, very, real. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to TheWillEffect)

He has vivid memories of his life as a child. His first memory is that of watching fireworks when he was three. When he was five, his parents caught him playing with matches. They did not notice the smell of the gasoline. When he was seven, his house burned down. The fire department tracked the source to his bedroom. They could not figure out who might have started it. When he was eight, his parents were found charred in the woods. No suspects were found. When he was nine, the orphanage he was in burned down. The fire department could not find a cause. When he was eleven, his foster home burned down, killing both his foster parents. The fire department tracked the source to his foster parents' room. The list went on. But here he was now, at age 47, living fairly peacefully in Salem. Then, one day, he got an idea: why not throw gasoline on someone, as a practical joke? He decided to do so that night, but to not tell his victim. The next night, he noticed that his gasoline can had leaked all the way back to his house. He wondered what would happen if he lit the end. He watched the flame slowly make its way to the house of his victim - and burn him! He smiled to himself and thought, I like this way of life. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Anonymous0726)

The light of the fire coming from a lit match shined in the darkness of the night, which was accompanied by the glittering stars of the background. The smell of gasoline filled the air inside the small room that the Arsonist found in a house, as well as a window that would allow him to jump, stealthily, out and into fresh air. He smiled as he watched the fire.

The fire was flickering in the darkness, and it reminded him of... well, fire. He tilted his head, as if he was admiring the fire, which, well, he was. After all, such a simple element would lead to the death of thousands. He smiled an insane smile, instead of a calm smile, and dropped the match. He immediately ran out of the room, through the window, before the match even fell onto the puddle of gasoline that he left there a few nights before.

Almost immediately, the house behind him went up in flames, and the screams of a poor, unsuspecting soul cried out in agony as they died. He watched as the fire spread to the second house, which belonged to another unsuspecting soul. The Arsonist smiled as he saw his victims' houses go up in flames, and as he heard the screams of people as they slowly burned to death. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to DayNight)

Lurking within the shadows of Salem lies a tortured soul. Hoarding gallons of fuel used in fire-breathing stunts from his failed circus performing career, the Arsonist's mind only remembers the murderer who killed his entire circus. His psyche broken, the Arsonist lights a match in one hand and carries a fuel tank in the other. He is ready to act upon his shattered morality's view of what's right. (unregistered contributor)

The Arsonist caresses the match flame with his finger, licking his lips as he looks around. His eyes are filled with insanity. The houses, wet with gas, twinkle dully in the moonlight. He debates internally, his sanity quickly eroding to a mere nub as the night passes. As the sun begins to peek over the horizon, he breaks before his insanity. He drops the match and steps back in one fluid motion, starting to giggle. The match seems to fall in slow motion, flickering, guttering-but not going out. The flames leap up, hungrily devouring the gas. He roars with the fire, cackles as it crackles; the smoke and fire paints the sky red in the coming dawn, silhouetting the lone man watching the town burn. (credit to SOURCECODE01)

The Arsonist, an insane asylum patient, is a pyromaniac driven by his burning passion of setting everything on fire. Carrying a fuel tank in one hand and a matchstick in the other, the Arsonist douses a person's house in gasoline, and then when he deems it the right time, lights his doused targets up, and as he watches their houses go in flames, he grins and makes his way back to his house, until the final morning comes, where everyone has gone up in ashes. The Arsonist's work here is done. (unregistered contributor)

Inside the charred remains of a burnt-down building, sits a crying man. His family is no-where to be found after the blazing wreck, and his mind is driving him insane at the thought of seeing his family perish in the flames. A spark lights open a nearby match, next to the man. His mind is now broken, the sight of the burning match snaps his burning anger. He gets up, grabs the fuel tank and matches that the Arsonist left behind, and stalks the shadows of Salem, burning down any house in his wake to "avenge" his family in his own way... (credit to Squiddington)

Lurking within the shadows of Salem lies a tortured and unhappy soul. Once a talented circus performer, he retired and has become a famous businessman dealing with fire, and being able to solve any arsonist case. A few years later, he meets a young woman. She is a Witch, and seeks revenge for her brother arsonist that he killed. Using her charms, she makes him fall in love with her and eventually gets married. One night, she controls him, and makes sure he is conscious to remember everything. Forcing him to get a fuel tank and a match, he burns her. After her death, he finds a letter she wrote to him that explained everything. Heartbroken and shunned, he vows to stay loyal to her, and heads off with his old circus equipment to become the one and only feared Arsonist. (unregistered contributor)

A rich, comfortable family lived in the biggest house in the circle. No one had a house as big as them. The littlest of them, didn't like it. He said it was too big. Then, one day, it wasn't there. He and his big sister, showed up. Their parents were in the house when they left. They looked at the remains. His sister rushed to the house across the street. She took him over there so he didn't have to look at the horrendous monstrosity of a wreck was on the property. She cried with all her might. She gave 100% everyday, and today seemed to be a 0%. His sister left him at the neighbors and committed suicide. He remembered leaving the neighbors' house and looking at his house, which was just a pile of ashes. He was adopted, then ran away again. He hated everything. He hated his mom. His dad. His sister. Fire burned in his heart. His mind was unruly. he had to get rid of it. All the anger. All of the hate..... (unregistered contributor)

The Arsonist used to be a low-life volunteer firefighter. He hated fire, and he wanted the world ridden of it. He absolutely hated it, with all his heart. He would carry at least a gallon of water everywhere he went, in paranoia that fire would consume his location. Everyone mocked him for his fear of fire, but he didn't care. He just didn't. But one day, one man would take it too far. the Jester would burn down his house. It would be the ultimate crime to get him lynched. But, to no avail. The man put the fire out. But after that, he realized he couldn't take his fear of fire anymore. He couldn't let everything lead up to this. He would confront his fears of fire, without a fire hose at hand. He then, and only then, would he realize how fire looked so beautiful. He was fascinated. His life made a huge turnaround, he thought. He thought, with the world consumed with fire, everyone could see its beauty. He would place a gas can in someone's house every night, and use a fine mechanism he made to ignite them all using an old radio he repaired. When he turned on Station 46 FM... all hell broke loose. (credit to Octometaknight)

A small child skipped through the woods. He smiled and glanced at the large vast tangle of trees and bushes before him. As he reached the deep part of the forest, he saw a woman. The woman was approaching a shack hidden in the woods- the spy's shack. The boy watched the woman creep in through a nearby window, and approach the unsuspecting spy. He saw her light a single match, and toss it on the spy. The spy screamed in agony as the fire burned her skin. The woman quickly darted out of the house through the front door. The little boy gasped. He's never seen someone die like that before. The woman spotted the young boy and smiled at him. She asked him if he liked fire. The boy shrugged. The woman lit a match. She held in front of the boy's face. The boy stared at it. The fire was really pretty. The woman promised the boy anything he wanted in the world if she would join her and become her successor should she pass. The boy nodded enthusiastically. He agreed to be her successor. He promised the woman he would make the town burn. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

WE HAVE TO FIND HIM! Shouted the frightened towns people, they were of course talking about the arsonist, but why did this once peaceful town seem so intent on finding this man, it was because during the darkness of night he had stealthy visited all their homes and covered them in gasoline, they knew their time was fleeting and that he was essentially a ticking time bomb leading towards their inevitable fate, but what terrible fate could this be, they all knew the answer to that, they were all going to burn, all except for one, but who is this one person, none of them have the faintest idea and as they all argue amongst themselves, he feigns fear of the arsonist, but this is all a ruse for he is the one that controls the flames, he is misleading the town and they don't know what to do, in their paranoia they vote to lynch a random town member, he must be the arsonist they all think, it has to be him, if it isn't then they are all doomed, when on trial he pleads that he is not the arsonist and that he is the only one who can stop him, the town doesn't believe him and out of desperation hang him, they read his will which revealed him to be the jailor and it pointed out who the arsonist was and that he had planned to lock him up and execute him, what have they done they all thought, the man was telling the truth, he could have stopped him from killing them all, but they killed him instead, with his identity revealed the arsonist dropped the mask of sanity to reveal his madness, he laughs at them, he thanked them for killing the one who had threatened his plan, finding it hilarious that they are such fools, now they know who he is they can stop him! But as the sun sets he vanishes into the night, he had slipped right through their hands, the town members go back into their homes empty handed, they know they will die tonight as they have lost their one chance to stop him. Deep into the night they all watch in horror as the arsonist steps out from the shadows, his face lit up by the match he held in his hand as a twisted smile formed on his face, with the flames reflected in his eyes revealing his soul, he walked into town with his instrument of terror and spoke only one word, "burn" he dropped the match and watched as the fire broke off into separate trails, all racing to every house but his own, the towns people screamed in pain, their bodies twisting and melting, being consumed by the fire, but unlike them he did not scream, he only laughed, a laugh of joy mixed with insanity. The next morning no one walked out of their homes, no one except for him, for he had completed his goal, to cleanse this town with fire, as he looked upon his masterpiece he spoke out loud "now time to cleanse the world". (Credit to MattBab4)

The Arsonist was just a regular kid, who wanted to become a chef one day. However, after the day he was controlled by a Witch, it seemed like he had gotten a curse. Whenever he would try to light a match, the match would not set on fire, no matter how hard he tried. Soon, this curse drove him crazy. Of course he loved fire, but the only thing hindering him from using it was those darn matchs made by the Townspeople.

The Arsonist is misunderstood by most people; they think he is trying to burn everyone alive, but that is not the truth. the reality is the fact that the Arsonist only wants to try and burn the town because of their poor match quality. But the reason why not only town members die, but everyone dies, is because his curse with matches has driven him insane; he thinks that even owning a match is a crime! Unfortunately, it seems that everybody in Salem owned matches. So at night, he carries his gasoline can and his lighter and drenches a random person's house with gas. He believes that the only way to get even with those darn matches is by destroying them with their on creation: fire. After he gets a substantial amount of match-bearing townies covered in gas, he makes a trail of oil to a single area. And then, he takes out his lighter.

Now the Vigilante is trying to make a last effort to try and make the Arsonist stop. The Vigilante rushes out of his house without even having his coat on. He hastily points his pistol at the Arsonist and takes a shot, and prays that it hits the Arsonist so the townies all can breathe a sigh of relief. but it doesn't. The Arsonist swiftly moves backward, and the bullet harmlessly strikes the pavement. The Vigilante reloads, in a valiant effort to save the town, but he knows he is too late. The Arsonist calmly bends down, and ignites the gas. Lines of fire rush out in all directions, and the Vigilante shoots a bullet in pure frustration. As the burning victims scream, the bullet lands on an unsuspecting doctor who is trying to heal a crippled townie. The doctor falls to the ground and dies. The Vigilante, overwhelmed with grief, shoots himself for letting the entire town down. The Arsonist has finished his task.

But don't let the evil side of the Arsonist make you think that he is a badguy. The Arsonist, completing another one of his goals, has become a succesful chef. Now he makes five-star meals, which are only served to the very few customers willing to go to his restaurant. The rest of the townies are scared to go there because of the giant sign outside that says, "The Arsonist's Restaurant". They don't know how much good food they're missing out on. But there's a very important tip, though. If you do decide to go to his restaurant, whatever you do, DON'T mention anything about matches around him or he WILL incinerate you. itshme The sunrise this morning was beautiful.

As the sun peaked over the eastern hills, it cascaded an intense scarlet light onto the town. The whole town was caught in a glamour of red and orange and yellow, and the horizon burned so vividly it almost blackened my eyes! I'm really not much of a morning person, but I think it was worth it this one time. For the first time in years, I really found the town of Salem beautiful.

Ah, Salem.

My home, although much of the time I find myself wishing it was not. For so many years it had been so boring, until it all exploded into a hellhole of senseless voting, accusations, and lynchings. I really wasn't much one for it, especially since it meant getting up early every single morning.

That's not even taking into account all that has been lost! For example, yesterday an innocent, albeit curious, citizen was put to the noose. She had been hanging around houses at night, seeing who came in and who went out. Noble-hearted, but foolish.

Although, I suppose some good has come of the lynchings. A few members of the mafia have fallen under the town's idea of justice.

But the more I try to convince myself that the "democratic process" is the best way to get rid of the mafia, the more I fail. Too risky, by far. The mafia would all perish in one night if the people of Salem were wise enough to see the possibilities. The way the town is going about it now, they will simply dismember themselves and let the mafia pick apart the remaining pieces.

Oh well. I don't even know why I'm bothering to write about the possibilities.

After all, I've already made them all real.

I've put an end to the Salem's problems! It was hard, yes, but worth it to not have to get up early. Oh, and no more of that senseless voting! No more have to die to the town's skewed perception of justice. And, above all, Salem has been ridded of the mafia. No more have to die to the scum that stalked the streets and forced the citizens inside their homes.

Yes, this is the last time I will have to wake up early. I don't know why I even bothered seeing if anybody would show up at the town square. I knew nobody would show up. And sure enough, I walked into Salem's meeting point this morning and found that nobody joined me. So, I sat beneath the tyrannical noose that had claimed so many unfairly, and watched the morning light.

The sunrise was beautiful, as I already wrote. But the flames consuming the town, and with it the mafia, helped a bit, I suppose. (credit to Alchevexxed)

The arsonist sighed, staring at the houses. It was midnight, and he could hear the people killing each other. And later, he would hear screams. He knew. He had doused everyone, and pretended he too had doused himself. How silly for the town to believe he was a transporter. Maybe it was true, the rumor that most towns were dumb, and it was by sheer luck they would "win" the game. He lit a match, staring at the houses around him once again. There was one person's house who he had not doused. He decided he wasn't worth bothering about. He glanced at the match, and dropped it onto the trail of gasoline he had left, connecting to almost every house, but two. He could hear many screams. Many, many screams. He could also hear fire burning. Oh, to see fire burn once again..

In the morning, the Serial Killer held a terrified face as he knew what fate had been sealed for him. Despite that, he tried not to show it. The arsonist just chuckled, waiting it to once again become night. (credit to user JaneIsDerpish.)

Executioner
The Investigator walks into an old ramshackle house, he had received a lead on this person which he didn't want to ignore. He was glad he didn't. There were pictures everywhere, and all of them were of the same person, with red painted X's going through their face. This person clearly had a problem, perhaps it was an enemy, or maybe just a poor soul targeted by this insane lunatic. All of the accusations made sense now. Every time the suspicion was placed on the poor nurse this... Executioner made sure the whole town was convinced they were guilty. No wonder the Executioner was so upset when the town realized they had been tricked, and voted the target innocent. The Investigator sat down and tried to make sense of what could drive someone to target just an innocent nurse. He racked his brain, perhaps it was a long time ago when the nurse accused him... but obviously this obsession was going way further than that.

No one knows why the Executioner targets you, but their silver tongues will try their hardest to get you lynched, whatever the cost may be. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Konekoa97)

The man was sat in his chair, remembering the moment the noose tightened around his rival's neck. Bitter enemies from childhood, their hatred for each other had only grown with every year. The ripples of violence across the Town has given him the perfect opportunity to dispose of the man he hated most. But as he thought of his victim's last moments, he began to realise the gravity of his actions. Had it been worth it? The man's face began to twitch as his victim stopped in his head. The Executioner stood from his chair as the sun rose, bringing with it more dead. His mind struggled to comprehend the thought of going outside and facing the judgement of the town. He watched as the Sheriff dragged out another body from within a house. Something snapped inside the Executioner's mind. He pushed open the door and stepped outside, ready for whatever was coming next. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to bearprey)

"Father.." He whispers, the horror striking his eyes as his father is hung in front of his eyes; in front of the entire town. The town smiles and talks to one another happily, thinking that they were finally free from the Mafia. But they were wrong. His gaze burns over to the man in the corner who caused this. It was the all friendly, non-suspecting townsman; at least on the outside. The townsman was an old man, but he was wise and well believed. Him and his son claimed that his father was a murderer, killing everyone in the town at night. But he knew, deep in his heart, that he was innocent. Every night since, a raging fire of hatred has swelled up inside him, growing after each person the old man lynched. After he lynched one, and another person was murdered, he would lynch another for no reason, with no evidence; And the town believed him. Soon, he was the only one from his family left. He was no doubt going to be killed sooner or later. But he would get his revenge before his time was up, and the world would know it was him. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to vannahfoxx)

Emboldened by personal prejudice or a long ingrained blood feud, the Executioner holds a grudge. They seethe with rage at seeing their target breathe and does everything in their power to see them hung before the Town. However, their mind can be broken by the sight of his target dead at the hands of another. Uncertain on how to proceed a normal life not fueled by revenge, he will transform into a Jester as penance for his failure to act. (unregistered contributor)

The Executioner lived a normal life. Then his son was kidnapped and had a ransom that cost a lot more than he can have. It was called murdering a man just for his own son. If he fails, the son dies. When the target doesn't specifically get lynched, he will suicide out of grief just to see his poor boy. (credit to tiffanyclarke123)

Years ago, one man crossed the Executioner. The Executioner begged for money, but the man just scoffed. But years later, the Executioner still remembers. That's why he has joined the Town of Salem. To most, hes just a simple man trying to survive. But at night, he stalks his prey. But then, at daybreak, he charges to the man, and accuses him of plotting against the Town. The man insists he is just a mere Doctor, and that the Executioner is crazy. Speaking loudly, the Executioner begins insisting that his target has committed the crimes. As a group forms around them, more and more people step up, saying that the "doctor" might have killed fellow townsmen. Holding back a grin, the Executioner puts out the idea to hang the man. Many agree. The man is hanged, and thus another person's life has been claimed by the Executioner. (unregistered contributor)

He came out of the school and walked home. He was alone. The Mafia killed his mom, and the Witch crazed his dad. He didn't do school too well, especially with the bullies. There was this one boy. He came to him everyday and threatened to lynch him when the time came. Both of the boys grew older, and didn't seem to see each other much. Then, one day, when they were older, the bully then threatened the boy again. The boy had a grudge. A grudge that would be a fight amongst the bloods for centuries again. He needed revenge..... (unregistered contributor)

A man who bought the power of lynching to the town, this particular person rules the gallows with a rod of iron. While the town uses the rope for lynching evil-doers, the Executioner sees one particular towns-member that stands out from the crowd. His target. His infinite rage can only be fed by seeing his target hanging lifeless before the town. However, if one such killer happens to interfere with the death of the Executioners target, he breaks into insanity, becoming a Jester and thus, becoming his own target. (credit to Squiddington)

The Executioner was an obsessed hunter. He carried a hunting rifle everywhere he went, and took his job very seriously. He was so alert and comfortable that not even a man with knives or weaponry could harm him under his skillful cloak. He learned how to preform taxidermy and was always on the prowl for some new beast to take down. However, one day, his obsession with hunting took him too far; He wanted a rug, with the skin and hair of a human. But not just any human; one specific human, the one with the softest and most insulated skin. He had genius plans; Since it would be a crime to bust into someone's house and kill them, and since the skin would be rotten if not removed immediately, he would tell lies to get the owner of his desired skin lynched by hanging. Then, during the night, he could collect the skin, to show off how obsessive he was. But, should he fail to collect his skin, should it rot on the floor in blood, the Executioner would try to get himself lynched, so that he can try to get the skin again in the afterlife. (credit to Octometaknight)

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Hungry, desperate, cold. These were the three last things he could feel. Laughed at by the mayor, ridiculed by the doctor, malnourished by the sheriff and tortured by the jailor; he was about to pass on. Collapsing on the driveway in front of a house, he made the dustbins fall over. “What was that?” asked the Godfather. “Probably the spy.” the mafioso answered. The consigliere was sent to investigate. Returning with the unconscious man, he exclaimed that he was a survivor, the one ridiculed by the town. The mafia woke him up and fearful, he whispered “What do you want?” The mafia told him to eat, and that they would help him get revenge on the town he once looked up to. They asked him who he hated and he just said “Them. But most of all, that doctor.” The mafia agreed to give him a never-ending supply of bulletproof vests so he could get the doctor killed. The next day, there were photos of the doctor dead in different ways, all up on his wall, but the one he went for was the one where he was on the gallows. “Alright.” he said. “Let’s get down to business.”

5 Months Later

The investigator walked into the old, ramshackle house; he had received a lead on this person which he didn’t want to ignore. He was glad he didn’t. There were pictures everywhere, and all of them were of the same person, hung on the gallows with red painted X’s going through their eyes. This person clearly had a problem, perhaps it was an enemy, or maybe just a poor soul targeted by this insane lunatic. Every accusation made sense now. Every time the suspicion was placed on the poor doctor this… “Executioner” made sure the whole town was convinced of their guilt. No wonder he was so upset when the town realized they had been tricked, and voted him innocent. The investigator sat down and tried to make sense of how this…person could target a fantastic and awesome doctor. He searched his mind for any logic as to why he might be obsessed with his death. Perhaps it started last month, when the doc’ accused him of conspiracy. But no, no this…thing had obviously gone on longer than that. Much longer. (Credit goes to TheMightyEagle; Science_Gamer on Reddit)

Jester
The jester had a traumatic life. First his parents had died during the war, an then he was forced to fight in it. He had been on the tip of sanity from the start. The blood pouring everywhere was horrible, the red is still visible every time his eyes. After the first lynch he had snapped. After going insane the town took away any dangerous objects from his cottage. He only had one way to get killed, get lynched. A witch had one day controlled the janitor to clean the God father, so when there was no signs of other being a godfather the Jester took his chance, yelling. "I'm the god father!". He said pretending to surrender. Therefore he was lynched. Everyone gasped, as they knew what they had done wrong. The Jester hadn't realized that wasn't the end, He decided to have a little more fun as the first guilty vote committed suicide. (credit to pearlblushing)

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A scarring past is how the Jester became to be, born in the town of Salem. Once the Jester became an adult, the Jester was sent away from being conscripted as a soldier to fight in a bloody war. After years in the battlefield, the sight of his fellow soldiers dying, and along with the war experience had left him paranoid. The Jester's paranoia never went away and remained with him for years after when he was sent back to his hometown, Salem. Everyday, the Jester experienced his traumatic memories of the battlefield, and twisted envisions that everyone in town is out to kill him. The memories of the traumatic experience and the fear that comes with it, makes it hard for the Jester to bear to live, and would rather accept to be killed and be liberated from himself, than to live with his paranoia, making him become a target wanting to be lynched. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Tealer)

She'd been born with a curse. At every waking hour demons whispered in her ears, telling her to do things, terrible things. In the beginning she was strong, she resisted their words. But then one day a town member turned up dead. The next day another one. The members of the town kept dying, always at night, always when she was sleeping. Ready to controlled by any demon who wished to do harm. She tried staying awake, but ultimately she always fell asleep, and the next day a new body were always found. One day, the town charged a man with the murder of her victims. Silently she stood by as they lynched him. He turned out to be innocent, of course. The guilt drove her mad - not only was she a murderer, she was turning the members of the town against each other! The next day she confessed her crime to everyone who would listen. Immediately they brought her to the town square and executed her. 'The town is safe', were her final words. But next day another town member died. Again the town had executed an innocent person. One man, who'd driven for the execution of the cursed one the most, ended his life out of guilt. He were the only town member she'd caused the death of. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Norling)

Crouched by his bedside, the maniac rocks back and forth. Wild, uncut hair and vicious self inflicted cuts covered his face. Every subtle noise of the mysterious dawn jolted the lunatic, his pupils dilated as he held is breath shakily searching the room for anything that could destroy his master plan. As the sun rose over Salem, no words came from the house apart from quiet hi-pitched laughter and disturbing cries. The door creaked open and out walked the pale, twitching psychopath. He scanned his surroundings. No one suspects a thing. Suspiciously he chuckled into his palms, peering through his fingers. Among the high pitched noises one phrase could be heard. "Lynch me....Lynch Lynch Lynch me hehehehe". Suddenly someone whispered into his ear, all noises and breathing halted as sweat dripped down his restless face. "You take the blame". The malevolent figure walked away. It was the Godfather; an offer to work with the Jester was now in place. Smiling, he looked down at the floor in a trance. "Lynch time....Lynch time". (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to MattayDank)

Before the miracles of modern medicine, mentally ill people lived among the population, but were shunned by society. The Jester suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and untreated hallucinations and delusions have taken over, leading him to believe people are out to get him. Because of his delusions and conspiracy theories, he may vote against the revealed Mayor, pretend to be someone he's not, imagine seeing someone where they weren't, or just act totally insane in social situations. At this stage, he is not afraid of death. In fact, ending his suffering is more appealing than living in fear, but he wants to die on his own terms. (uncredited)

A body slumps in the dust, surrounded by a shocked circle of onlookers. The Sheriff is dead. Suddenly, a high cackle rings out. They turn and see a lone man, laughing and grinning with what seems to be pride. The town becomes angry at this man who mocks their loss. After a short-lived debate, he swings from the rope, still giggling at them all, using his very last words to taunt them. That night, a capering figure appears once more, shadow dancing like flames as he moves. He laughs, spittle flying from his mouth. His giggles echo under the doors, waking the town from its slumber. The next morning, another body lies in the dust, a gun in his hand and a bullet in his head. (Credit to SOURCECODE01)

The docs open the cold door handle, thinking about what they were going to do with the crazed patient. They walk in, and the patient starts weeping. The doctors ask him: what's wrong with you?, for he was too tired for doing anything else. He was suffering from severe schizophrenia and major hallucinations. He started calling and begging to God. "Jesus, let me in! LET ME IN!" The doctors gave him some pills, not for his schizophrenia, but for his back pain. He was quite old, but he knew of things that could never be solved. The crazed patient then breaks through the door, the doctors not even stopping him from going, and he escapes. He yells through the streets of the town, begging for someone to kill him, but then he had an idea. If he looked suspicious, people might kill him. Even though dying was a lifelong dream, he found love. He said his goodbyes everyday, and one day it was needed. His children were just like him, and they were feared, for some evils were covered up, and the jesters were looking suspicious. Jesters die, rejoice, and pick a target, any target. They have been remembered and still roam Salem in search of the thirst of death they need to quench. (unregistered contributor)

He was once a happy comedian that performed for the town and more specifically, the Mayor, he has since been fired from his job. Over the years, insanity and suicide have grown into his mind. The only thing to truly "cure" him is to relieve him from life, but not by the hands of others, but by his own terms. But as a penalty to the town for destroying the job he's only good at, he will choose a single member of Salem and continuously haunt them until they put themselves out of their misery, as his last "comedic act" to offer for the town. (credit to Squiddington)

Before the miracles of modern medicine, mentally ill people lived among the population, but were shunned by society. The Jester suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and untreated hallucinations, meaning he is nuts and is willing to do anything to die. At this stage, he is not afraid of death. In fact, ending his suffering is more appealing than living in fear, but he wants to die on his own terms. (unregistered contributor)

Jobless, broken and insane; the Jester is a sad soul that resides in Salem. With the new age of technology, Jesters are no longer everyone's favorite comedian. Deep depression causes the Jester to seek death and he will only be satisfied if the people he once entertained are the ones doing the lynching. Upon the hanging of this sad soul, a Town member responsible for his death takes their own life out of guilt. (credit to Ace2369)

The Jester used to be the most hilarious of all comedians; he would tell jokes that would laugh your heart out and slap your knees to the thickest. He took great pleasure in telling jokes and making them up; it was his job, after all, and was honor roll. He would make money that rivaled what the Mayor would print up. One day, he was planning for his next comedy show when something snapped. He thought; "What would be the absolute BEST thing to make people laugh? What would NO ONE DO?". As he thought to himself, he finally got it: He would convince everyone he was a criminal. He thought it would be hilarious. He would think everyone would laugh and slap their knees even more than before! He would join the Town of Salem, where he would commit this act he would think funny; But, he was lynched at guillotine. Everyone was extremely saddened to see their favorite comedian go. One of the voters who voted in favor of his death, he would commit suicide in faith, because he needed to tell him how funny he was, but could only tell him in the afterlife. But, hey, it's just a joke. And that's all the Jester cares about. (credit to Octometaknight)

The jester twitched in his cell. Ever since he was put into the mental hospital, it seemed like everyone was out to get him. He has never been the same since the incident. He didn't mean to kill his friend, he didn't have any clue that he had dropped his pocket knife during their race. He didn't mean for his friend to fall behind and trip, only to land flat on the knife. He didn't want to be accused of murder and stuck in this sadist and enclosed mental hospital. The jester looked up as he heard a sound. His cell opening. They were letting him go. But he didn't want to go. He just wanted to die. The guilt was eating him alive. But now there's only one way to get his wish: get lynched. And he was going to do everything in his power to make that happen. (Credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

In the last light of the evening, men and women watch with narrowed eyes as a pale old man wrapped in childlike garments hobbles onto the podium steps, and stands there twitching and smirking as a noose is tied round his neck. His crimes? Lying about who he is, taunting other town members and voting against revealed townies. A woman steps forward and asks for his role, yet the delusional elder doesn't respond. If anyone listened closer, they may have heard giggling, but instead, the townsfolk swiftly lose their temper, and decide him guilty. “Lynch him” the women spits and the floor gives way to claim another victim, or perhaps, it doesn't. As realization and horror dawn on the guilty voters' faces, the jester grins like a lunatic and raises a trembling bony finger, passing judgment on each of them, before he erupts into flames, and disappears, his echoing cackle in the wind. Panic rises throughout the town as the guilty voters skulk home, uttering shaky prayers in whispers, each carrying a gut feeling that they may not wake up the next day. justanormalcat

Everyone berates the Jester for having some mental disorder, or that his head is just in the wrong place. Morality is not where the Jester lies… it’s the audience that matters. What’s a better way to get everyone’s attention by acting suspicious? Especially in these times? Nothing.

He knew not to overdo it either. There being a maniacal joker residing in Salem has long been known, but his name… that was what hid in the shadows. He didn’t need to actually do criminal deeds to become the enemy, he just had to build the facade. Even if he wanted to be hanged, he wanted there to be a reason for their guilt. Should he actually break the law, then the Town would just be doing their job lynching him.

He had exacted his plan the night before. This time, Salem wasn’t doing particularly the best clearing out its criminal scum. All he needed was a mischievous whisper here or there, brandished into the wrong ears. Then he would get the attention he longed for.

And at his dying breath he laughed a chortle reminiscent of a madman, something every citizen in the town thought he was after that day. The Jester was strange in the way he worked. Somehow his spirit had found a way back into the world of the living, something only usually achievable by powerful mystics who seance from beyond. But he didn’t use this time to be an asset to the town…

The Jester walked over to the judgment box of the previous day, where he flipped through each vote… and he found the first guilty vote, name atop it. He would visit their dreams tonight, twisting them into horrific nightmares, watching as a figure from outside of their home as they jolt awake, laughing the same echoing bellow they boomed out upon death. “Come join the fun!” he yelled out, as the victim shot themselves right in the head.

Never play along with the trick of a Jester… or else the joke will be on you. (Credit to ZathusTheMageV).

Serial Killer
During the day he shakes hands, and makes friends, claiming to be the town's best Doctor. But in the night he slowly wanders home through the streets of Salem to his humble abode. When he arrives, he pulls out a large knife and cleans it with the greatest of care, a piece of equipment for his patients, or for his victims? Little does this innocent (not really) town know that this person has been striking fear into their hearts for several nights, for in the day he acts as if he wishes to help, but in the night, he preys upon the weak and using his worn weapon; slowly makes one unlucky soul of the town suffer each night. He is their nightmare, he is a Serial Killer. "Who is next" this fiend thinks to himself, for only he truly knows who is next, each night, every citizen is left wondering what will happen. He finally decides to attack an elderly man known for his wise words throughout Salem. As he exits his home, he quickly, but quietly walks to the poor soul's house, hoping not to be seen. Finally, he arrives, and knocks on the elderly man's door. The man opens the door with a great warmness, inviting this killer inside. The instant he walks in and the door becomes shut, he pulls the overused weapon from inside his coat and pounces upon the man, taking him to the ground as a twisted smile forms across his face. He then slowly raises the large knife and drives it into the man's chest, laughing as he does so. After what little of a struggle the wise man put up is over, the fiend washes himself off, and returns to his home in the night for what little rest he can get before going back to his charade the next morning. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Psycogger)

A man sits calmly in a jail cell, framed by moonlight pouring in from a tiny window near the top of the room. A harsh voice at the bars catches his attention, yet he does not stir. The voice speaks of the many deaths recently- both the Town and the Mafia have lost members, and the killer is still in the night. The man smiles assuredly at the voice, and it seems to grow softer in relief. It asks him his thoughts, and he tells it of a woman, surely she must be the killer. The voice sighs, and a hand motions the man forward. As keys jangle near the lock, the man moves to meet them. The Jailor frees his prisoner, and the prisoner thanks him with a knife. Daylight begins to stream through the jail as blood runs over the man's hands. The Serial Killer walks free. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to shiilo)

"Oh, he is such a nice guy." This was one of the most frequent things said about the man who lived in the small house at the end of Smithy Road. Always quiet and wellspoken. Always polite. And yet, no one knew him very well. He had no hobbies they knew of, he kept mostly to himself and seemed to have no close friends among the town members. Had any of them watched the man more closely, they might have noticed a few strange things about him. For example, he often went on a little stroll in the middle of the night. He also owned four large freezers, which he kept in his basement. Even more odd, they had locks on them. And if any of the town members had followed the man on one of his nightly strolls, they would have been likely to see a completely different man, a man behind the pleasant mask he showed to gullible town's folk in the sunlight. But of course none of them did. No one suspected him at all. He was safe. And he could continue his work. Oh yes, he had a mission. He would cleanse this town one by one. And when his grand work of art was finished and this town finally purified, he would be free and could finally rest. Finally be at peace. The man smiled contentedly as he donned his cloak and headed out into the night. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Erzberger)

The helpless tortured mind of the serial killer is one we do not have the will nor the bravery to enter. He is a skilled assassin cunning and roughened by his mental health and the blade he fell upon. He plans to depose of all who dare defy him under any circumstance in the most twisted of ways. It is clear you don't want to be on the bad side of one of the most wicked, insane, people who lives in Salem. He kills his friends, family, and finally the town. The brothers and sisters he once shared time with slips under the bloody path of the tortured mind that one smiled upon him. Revisited as he drags his unfortunate victim onto the cobble streets covered by the night. Unrelenting force and almost impossible to stop, the Serial Killer is a threat at large to both Mafia and Town. (unregistered contributor)

In the Salem Penitentiary, a hopelessly depraved soul sits in a dark corner of his solitary confinement cell. This person has been accused of murder in every degree and has been sentenced to death row. A master artist with a blade, the Serial Killer, is a dangerous foe to both Town and Mafia, but coming events call for desperate measures. A note is slipped under his cell door with a key, a knife, and a letter that reads "The Family sends its regards." The Serial Killer slips out of their solitary confinement cell that night. With a grim smile, the Serial Killer begins their gruesome work, one person at a time. (credit to Ace2369)

The Serial Killer was once a surgeon, exiled from his position for his “experiments” on living people. He now resides in the town, putting on a facade of sanity during the day. He seethes underneath, barely able to keep from striking down the townspeople. At night, that mask slips to reveal the broken mind inside. He stalks out each night, taking with him only his scalpel. One by one, house by house, he performs his experiments. Night after night, house by house. (Credit to SOURCECODE01)

Once a normal child, the serial killer sat alone in the dark. She cried and cried. Wondering ''when will I be pretty? ''The town members mocked her for wearing unique clothes, often dressed in almost men like clothes. Her hair was never in a fancy updo like the rest of the kids. The escort was the worst because of her beauty she would torment the young girl the most. On a cold winter night, joking teenagers came into her room and wrote profanity and insults on the young girls mirror.. Something snapped in the young girls dark heart. Instead of crying like she use to, she smiled. Her smile stretched across her face. The escort and the rest of the teenagers were terrified. They thought she was insane. The serial killer walked up to the mirror and smashed it, her smile still very large, went up to the kids, and slashed their necks. Every night, the serial killer murders a town member for revenge. Every dark night she does so, the serial killer puts on deep red lipstick, made from the her previous victim. While she applies her lipstick she wonders... ''Am I pretty yet? ''(unregistered contributor)

A young girl was being tormented by bullies every day. One day the newly elected mayor came over to her and told her "Your so stupid we might as well put you in an asylum for stupidity and ugliness along with my old rival,". He did just that and she was in the same cell in an asylum with the soon-to-be Godfather. the Godfather rambled on about revenge and a "Family". She listened to him and her mind twisted. When they were let out everyone was an adult and she wasn't remembered at all. She wanted revenge on everyone and be free, not under the Godfather's orders and not to join his family. She seeked out anyone, including the one who got her into this and slit their throat. Then she smiled and left a bloody note decides their will. She refused to be alive with anyone except her fellow crazed ones such as the witches. (unregistered contributor)

After being released from the Salem Asylum after being 'Claimed' to be no longer Insane, the lost soul goes home, and rests. He wakes up the next day, and shows his evil eyes as he looks at the other victims as they look around in fear. At night, he grabs his knife, and heads out, sensing danger from every corner. He sees an Escort, a Bodyguard, a Jailor, and a person sitting on his porch. He runs towards the mysterious figure outside of a small cage. He pins him down, and one minute later, the figure stops moving. The Serial Killer is out to get his revenge, one by one; making sure his victims suffer a great pain before they head to the afterlife. (unregistered contributor)

"I'm not insane!" shouts the simple man. The Doctor jots these notes down and said "I'm not saying your insane, just the thoughts of murder is inhumane." The voices in the simple man is overpowering the Doctor though, The thoughts are telling him to murder the Doctor, then leave all of this behind. Ignoring the Doctor's voice, The simple man looks for a weapon to kill the Doctor, since the voices are pounding his head. He sees the scalpel on the side table. The simple man says to the Doctor,"I am not insane. I AM NOT INSANE!" and jumps for the scalpel. The Doctor, an excellent psychologist, knows what this means. Terrified of the man now, jumps up and runs for the door. The man, faster than the Doctor, stabs the Doctor and drops the scalpel. He had just murdered, a bad deed, but this stopped the voices in his head. the newborn Serial Killer knows his existence now. To murder is a bad deed, but a good deed to him, since the voices are reappearing every night. For vengeance of being accused of being insane. He grabs the scalpel, rubs the blood off, and walks out of the room feeling happier than he has ever felt. He will kill again, The voices are starting to returning.... (credit to Setpep)

Walking to give some crazy his next meal, the Jailor sneaks some bits of bread off of the plate. He slowly unlocks the door. But, little to his knowledge, this prisoner hid the last knife for his meal in his pocket. The Jailor, unaware of this threat, walks in a sets down the trey. In a split second, the jailor lay dead on the ground, stabbed by one of his own tools. Licking the bloodied knife, the prisoner walks out of cell, locking the jailor's body in of the cell he was sentenced to rot in. Now it was his time. He swore vengeance on the town before he was sent to jail. Every Town member will fall and anyone else that is unlucky enough to be around him. Toying with all the other prisoners before finally leaving them all to a fate of starvation he starts his path of murder. This now Serial Killer will end this town, or so he thought. The night he arrived in town, a beautiful woman tried to distract him, ending in her death. The morning following, everyone was aware of him, and everyone knew it was him. The woman left a note of her actions that night. Being walked to the noose, he tries to convince the town, but only to his dismay. (Credit to GabrielCapone)

It was night 2 in Salem, when Jenna, a citizen, came home at nearly 4:00 AM. She jogged to her room and took her jacket off, revealing the blood stains on her shirt. "You did it again," she whispered, starting to cry. She took a deep breath. "It's okay, it's going to be okay. At 7:00 AM, only 12 of the 14 people came out of their houses. One person was killed the first night, by Jenna, and one of the two killed night 2 were killed by her. The man next to Jenna's victim picked up her will. He read, "Julie the Lookout, night 1, watched #3, visited by Jenna." He looked up at her. "#3 was killed night one! You're the serial killer!" She responded in a worried way, "No I didn't. It was a coincidence surely." When it was time to vote, nearly everybody voted to send her up. When she was sent up, her defense was, "Julie was lying, she just didn't like me. Why would you trust somebody who wouldn't announce this?" During the voting, none of the 11 people abstained. She was surprised to see that all 11 votes were guilty. She was given her final words, and she says, "I know the one-man Mafia. Good luck." She was hung, and her will was announced. The same man who figured out that she was the serial killer read her will. "The one-man Mafia member is Old Man Jenkins. Yeah right. There's no way we can trust her." Several more nights passed, and two people remained, Old Man Jenkins, and the same man before. It was Day 7, and night was approaching, after the two lynched his only ally. "She was right," the man whispered, looking at the old man, a few houses down. "Good night son," Jenkins yelled with a crazy smile. The next morning, blood was found on the ground on the man's sidewalk. The one-man Mafia killed the entire town. Not David Brown

Never go out after dark and always keep your doors locked, this is what the town did, for they were being hunted, hunted by the serial killer of the town of Salem, but why was he hunting them, none of them knew the answer, all they knew is that they were going to have to stop him or they were all going to die, no one is a bigger threat then him, not even the mafia, the mafia was a group of organised crime but the serial killer was something else entirely, what order could there be in all this senseless killing, but little do they know he isn't just a psychopath, he's a psychopath with a plan, his targets may seem random but there is order within the chaos, he targets those who pose the biggest threat to him, the sheriff or investigator that could find him, the jailor who could lock him up and kill him, the doctor who kept healing his targets or the medium (who he decides to kill on the first night) who could relay the information his unfortunate victims had on him to the town, no matter who it was, if they stood in his way, he decided they wouldn't be able to stand any longer, all the could do is lie down, in their graves, the town is terrified of them, the spy who has been secretly listening to the mafia at night says that they know they will die if they can't stop him, the serial killer lies his way through the day for he knows that is when he is at his most vulnerable, if the town were to find out they would have him hung immediately, but he is as skilled with his words as he is with his knives, and with all those who could discover his secret dead, he knew that the town didn't stand a chance, the sun, his greatest enemy, was going down, everyone went back into their homes, but for him it was only a temporary stop for him, he had work to do, he picks up his knife covered in blood, he sharpened it before he left, he wanted to make sure he could plunge it right into his victims heart (or any other vital organ he deemed necessary) in a single stab, after he had finished improving his already lethal weapon, he took it and wandered into the night, oh how he loved the night, it was his friend, it was his brother, it was his partner in crime, his only ally in this crazy life of his is the darkness, he was born in darkness and what others had learned to fear, he learned to take advantage of, through the night he wanders to a a townies house, he sneaks in and sees a man sleeping in bed, he looks at him and thinks "there is no point in killing him like this he would die before feeling any pain" so he wakes the man up and says "run" the man sees the serial killer holding the knife to him, he runs for his life, only fear is going through his mind, he knows that he is no match for the serial killer during the night, no one was, he ran for the door but it was locked and he couldn't find the key, he tried the windows but still no luck, the serial killer wasn't giving him a chance to escape, he was giving him a chance to entertain him, the serial killer may be mentally unstable, but he is smart, after the serial killer has had his fun, he corners his victim, he takes his knife and slits his throat, watching his victim choke on his own blood, he licks the blood off the knife, savouring the taste of his victim, while letting him watch him do this, the man falls to the floor, choking and violently twitching, the serial killer smiles psychotically and laughs uncontrollably, for it is during the death of others, that he is truly alive, when the last fragments of life escape the man the serial killer decides instead of hiding the body like most killers would do, he would drag it to the middle of town and leave it hanging with a death note next to it for all to see in the morning, the sun arises and the town look in horror and shock at one of their fallen brothers, the serial killer pretends to know nothing about the death, and just to taunt them he takes the note that he wrote and reads it out loud "this is just the beginning, soon you will all die, your time is almost up, tick tock, your time is almost up" the killing continues and the serial killer continues to avoid the town, he has killed almost all the town, only him, the veteran and the godfather remain, he tricks the godfather into voting against the townie, they hang him and the serial killer reveals his true self, the godfather knowing he is no match for the man that killed his entire mafia, surrenders to him, the serial killer walks up to him, puts his knife against his neck and says, "murder is such a beautiful thing, I would be taking that away from the world by killing you, instead I want you to go, go and tell all who you find that I am coming for them, and there is nothing left to stop me". (Credit to MattBab4)

The night was one of bone-chilling cold. The wispy wind of Salem nipped at his nose, and the soft glow of the moon provided the needed guidance through the darkness. The man stood almost alone in the courtyard, his only company his work. ''And what good work it was. ''He had to position his art just right, lest it's beauty be lost. He chuckled to himself, grinning ear to ear. He was finally done. He cleaned his tools, and walked back to his house. That morning, the townspeople awoke and sleepily shambled outside for their daily meeting. The corpse was standing, supported by rebar that had been crudely implaned in the victim. The people were unnerved. But none could be more scared than the mayor. The body was pointing at the mayor's house with a bloody note saying "Our Next Exibition."

Oh, how he couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces...

The first beams of daylight signaled everyone out of their homes, only to find the poor Medium - all mangled up, with blade wounds and blood mottling the fragile corpse. All that was left was a red-stained death note, taunting the town... As accusations were thrown left and right, the Serial Killer kept his calm. He'd been to countless towns much like this one, leaving behind dead bodies as he went - two of which were none other than his parents. Nobody suspected a thing. When moonlight suddenly struck, the town decided to return to their households and fall into the safe embrace of slumber. Finally, the serial killer was free to do as he pleased. He brandished his knife quickly, and approached the quiet home of the Investigator, when suddenly a voice called out his name. The killer turned around to find the beautiful Escort - her smile so fake, he could almost taste it.

"Hey there," the Escort began, voice seductive like silk. "I was hoping for some action tonight, and I thought maybe... you'd want to go back to my place for some sugar?" A cheap pick-up line, no doubt, but then the Serial Killer recalled the afternoon when he saw the Escort looking at him suspiciously, not as a lover - but a murderer. He knew what he had to do. He looked to the left - not a soul in sight. He looked the other way - no witness, except for the midnight air that blew freely. The Escort's expression changed from seductive to frightened as the culprit uncovered both a gleaming knife and a twisted grin.

"That's exactly why I'm here, to give the town exactly what it desires...", the Serial Killer smiled even wider. "A little bit of action."

After he was done mutilating the helpless Escort, he cleaned his blade and left behind a note sending his deepest condolences. Then, he slipped into the swiftness of the shadows that so guided his every slice.

Oh, how he couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces... (Credit to bluecap981)

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Although, she was ranked even worse than the mafia, the mafia swerved around trying to kill her. They knew she was immune and wanted to turn this very town they wanted control over into a place for HER kind. Serial Killers. All around the globe he had gotten letters from his mafia that he told to go to other towns had only reported back once, they were filled with grim statement and the smell of gas or had faint traces of blood. He knew that the Serial Killer wouldn't target him or his family. Atleast he though so. At night Luna, the town serial killer killed the mafia's janitor, making the disguiser useless. They had a forger too, but he had been killed the day before. Luna knew she had to kill the mafia. She loved her role. One night she came across a witch after she told the serial killer: "I know who you are... If you help me i'll help you". She promised the witch something. Something she DESIRED. To see her sisters, The perfect twins, the Escort and Consort, Suffer. They had taunted her, Teased her, and stole the only thing she loved. Her cat. Luna had gotten the escort killed a few days ago, but she was cleaned and disguised. So she stole Emily's (the witch) cat back after brutally killing the consort. She had found the survivor, who was almost teamed with the arsonist. but Luna was a master of persuasion and now had two reliable friends... In the night she found out that the godfather was here own brother. She didn't care though, and revealed in her death note that, "Jake is the Godfather. If you want to live, kill him immediately!" and that same day Jake was lynched and Luna faked being sad when the noose tightened, and angry when he showed up as Godfather. Now Natasha knew what it felt like. To kill. She was a vigilante once, but had shot the town Bodyguard. She somehow didn't feel any guilt and asked Luna if she could spare a knife. luckily, There was no Spy in the town. So the now two serial killer sisters, Emily the witch, Lucky the magic cat and Aaron the Survivor started to go and they killed all except the mafioso-turned Godfather and lynched him. Then they turned the town arso into a hanging man the next day and changed the town quickly into a Serial Killers dream town. Along with plenty of room for witches and survivors. Soon they focused onto a bigger task. Making a country for themselves.

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The Serial Killer had once served in the armed forces as a skilled combat medic. After the war, he left the army and returned home to his parents in the town of Salem. The only memory of the war he kept with him was a rather large combat knife, to remind him of his deeds and to never do evil again. His father was a Medium who helped solve crimes by magically talking to the dead and asking for clues, and his mother was a Witch. Not the bad kind who controls or curses others for their own evil motives, but one who casted spells of protection and healing. Two good, helpful magicians with only the desire of helping the town, with an ex-soldier, now a renowned Doctor, as their dear child. The family of three lived happily. Until the Witch Trials of Salem began.

Magicians were being executed left, right and centre, with no one caring about whether they did good or evil. The Trials claimed many practitioners, including the Doctor's parents. From then on, the Doctor turned Serial Killer decided to purge those who had called for the unjust deaths of his parents and the rest of their fellow helpful magicians. He took out the old Bowie knife and kissed it, before stowing his weapon in a backpack, along with the surgical kit given to him at the same time as the knife.

Since then, the Serial Killer lives two very different lives at the same time. In the day, he heals and helps; in the night, he stabs, kills and causes death. The town does not know who is doing this, but he strikes fear into their hearts, fear that he will cause the death of someone every night.

Survivor
Haunted from his past, the Survivor locks himself into a room and just wishes to survive. The Survivor was once a responsible Bodyguard, who protected the Mayor from everything. Until that one fateful day the Bodyguard was foolish enough to get distracted by a beautiful Consort who dazzled him with her seductive moves. Unfortunately, the next day, the Mayor had died. Then, the Mafia went on a rampage, destroying everyone in their path. Only one man from the Salem Massacre had survived: the Bodyguard. Ever since that day, the Bodyguard has confined himself to only his mind, where he beat himself up over the fact that he could of prevented all of this from happening, if it wasn't for that Consort. To this day, he keeps 4 bulletproof vests to use that represent each person or party that played a role in the massacre. 1 for the town, who died in the attack. 1 for the Mafia, who lead the attack. 1 for the abandoned souls that didn't ally themselves with anyone. And the final one for himself, to remind him of that day where he saved himself, and not the Mayor. The Survivor's mind is clouded with all these thoughts, but one thing is clear for him. He must survive. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to calcaldeds)

As a child, I always stayed inside. I always disliked the outdoors, and I just loved staying inside and playing board games with my brother and sister (and occasionally playing video games, but back then we only had Pong and stuff). That was until my brother went outside for a day to see his friends from school. He was found in the woods with a knife in his chest. We learned that a Serial Killer found, and killed him. I vowed that day, to stay inside and avoid the outdoors, so I can survive. I became a Survivor. When my parents heard about the Investigators in the Town of Salem, we moved there, so we could help find who killed my brother. I grew up in the Town and became an adult, and I didn't go outside very much. Then, the Mafia came. One night, I heard from my sister that someone was lying on the ground, with a bullet in their chest. I start to become panicked. I calmed myself down, as I remembered, when my brother died, I made four bullet proof vests in case something like this happened. I realized, I will stay inside, and do anything I can to survive. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Swagmaster2014)

Her heart was racing and her hands were cold and sweaty. The man in front of her was smiling. It wasn't a nice smile, and it was made all the worse by the ominous gun in his hand. So this is how she would die. She'd left her home at fifteen; her father was a drunk and her mother was dead. After that she drifted for a while. The homeless in Salem were nice, and protected her as if she was their daughter. When she eventually got tired of Salem they gave her all the money and wisdom they had. One of them, an old crone claiming to be a Witch, gave her four pearls. 'You're a Survivor,' she said. 'Protect these, and they'll protect you'. She'd assumed that the old woman was crazy - everyone knows there's no such thing as magic. She traveled the world for years, experiencing all the adventures she could find. More than once she was close to death, and more than once she avoided it. She was happy, even when she was chased by criminals in back alleys. Then one day she got a letter. You're father is sick, it said. Please come home. She hadn't seen him in almost twenty years, and she didn't ever want to see him again. Despite that she returned home to Salem. The whole way there she kept thinking it was a mistake, and it turns out she was right. She'd barely set a foot in the town before she'd gotten into more trouble than she could handle; a gun pointed at her head. She clenched her hands in her pockets, the cool pearls in her hands. Still smiling the man pressed the trigger and the gun fired. Then, just before the bullet was about to hit her, it bounced back. The man screamed as the bullet teared into his leg. The woman only stayed surprised for a second, then she was running towards the man and wrestling him to the ground. She survived, she's a Survivor; that's what she does. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Norling)

Raised on the streets of Salem, the Survivor went to war with all of his brothers when he came of age. Twelve years, nine months, and twenty-six days later he would return, alone, after being rescued from the prisoner camp that he had been kept in. He doesn't speak of what happened in the camp. He has lost touch with all of the ones he loved and has entered a self imposed exile. Whether it be because of grief or guilt, one thing is clear though. The one thought that kept him alive for all of those years at the hands of his abusive captors is the only thing keeping him alive in the Town of Salem: survival. (credit to Ace2369)

The Survivor has become a poor and lonely soul after he went to war. He fought mercilessly along his friends, but has now returned alone, sad, and lost all touch of happiness. Now survival is the only thing that matters in his mind, and he brought home the vests of his friends that he lost during combat. Remember this, every shot to a Survivors vest is a reminder to him of what happened to his comrades. (credit to Squiddington)

The Survivor was an apathetic archaeologist who loved exploring ancient tombs and discover new treasures amongst the world. He loved nothing more than to dig up a treasure chest or discover a new way of creating things from ancient grafts. On his travels, he reached the town of Salem to see the science of the witch trials, but ended up becoming part of the town himself, and was in mortal danger. He knew that at any cost he needed his artifacts to reach civilization to create new breakthroughs in science, art, and architecture for the good of mankind itself. He stockpiled bulletproof vests, and he would trust anyone; even the man with the knives; to get his knowledge and ancient treasures out of the town. If only he knew that he was caught in the tedious war between the Town and the horrible evils that plague it. (credit to Octometaknight)

The survivor used to be a high ranking officer in the Navy, however one fateful day the entire fleet of ships were sunk by underwater homing missiles. She could have tried to stay and steer her own ship and crew to safety, but she dived overboard, seeing as she had been a champion swimmer. However the years had gone by and she was no longer the swimmer she thought to be, and she woke up on the shores of Salem Town. Having fogotten the events onboard, she was only left with a rock hard desire to live at all costs, even if it meant pilfering bulletproof vests from the bodyguard.

The Survivor liked to think himself a helpful fellow. He stated immediately once the morning arose that he was a Survivor and that he would help the town. The town, of course, had their misgivings and threatened to vote him, but a few kind souls had mercy on him. The next night, the Survivor was both transported and attacked by the Mafia. Luckily, his vest protected him, not to mention the aid of a Doctor. The next few days went by; Mafia members were lynched, as was an unlucky Werewolf, and the helpful Survivor ran out of vests. Then, the last day came. It was the Transporter, the Survivor, the Jester, the last Mafia member, and the Doctor. For reasons that still remain unexplained, the town decided to give the Jester her rightful win. So she was lynched, and she swore to haunt the last Mafia member... only, their plans went awry. The next day, the town awoke to see the Mafia member dead... as well as the unluckily transported Survivor. (credit to TotallyNotAWerewolf)

Werewolf
Rain pours down and lightning flashes through the sky as a nerdy teenage boy pushes open a wire gate to a dark trail, surrounded by trees. He held his books close to his chest, glancing around for danger. The boy hears footsteps behind him and spins around, but sees nothing but darkness. Turning around again, he bumps into three tall teenagers staring down at the nerdy boy. They throw him to the ground, and throw his backpack and books across the wet grass. The boy wails for them to stop, but they don't listen. They kick him over and over, until one of them pulls him up by the shirt. He felt blood dripping down his face as he was thrown back towards the fence. His body was filled with fear, but rage as well, and as he wiped the blood off of his face, he noticed his hand was covered in a thick layer of hair. The boy glanced up at the sky and the full moon was caught in his gaze, and he let out a loud howl. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to vannahfoxx)

An innocent man is casually strolling from a long, tiring day of work to his house so he can be home in time for dinner. The moon suddenly peeks out from behind a massive skyscraper. When the shimmering light of the full moon beams down on his face, he transforms from a kind, gentle being to a vicious monster. His hands begin to enlarge, followed by his arms, legs, and then the rest of his body. His suit is torn to shreds, and long, brown fur swiftly sprouts from his skin. The Werewolf is hungry, and flesh is the only thing that will satisfy his craving. He lets out a shrieking howl, and bursts into the nearest house. He mauls every being in sight, showing no mercy. After this rampage, the Werewolf reverts back to his human form. He goes to sleep and resumes his normal life the next day, completely oblivious to the horrors that transpired the previous night. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to AlexK864)

It's a dark, rainy night. The town is adjourned, awaiting in their houses or performing their good or evil nightly duties. A lone man sits in his house, shaking violently. Fur appears on his arms and face, as sharp teeth push through his gums. In a few seconds, the man no longer stands, in his place a hideous beast. He hears a couple people heading through his door, and awaits in the shadows. His friend, the Doctor, has come to heal him, while his enemy, the Mafioso, has come to shoot him. The Werewolf shows no mercy to friend or foe, mauling all who stepped into his territory. After feasting, he drags the mangled corpses to the town center for all to fear. His fearsome cry echoes into the sky. As the sun rises over the emptier town, his monstrous features give way to human sorrow. (unregistered contributor)

The Werewolf was nothing more than a simple man who was given the curse of shape shifting into a hideous beast every Full Moon. Every other night, he seems to the Sheriff as an innocent town member. Yet he was abandoned and forgotten by those he loved. And when the full moon rises, he has no control over himself. Turning into the werewolf, he pillages one's house, mauling anyone who dares encounter him. Relentless and a terror to anyone whom he pays a visit to, the Werewolf can only be taken out by a merciless Bodyguard watching over his target or a Veteran who dares raise his gun at any man, or beast that approaches him. After waking up the next morning, with no memory of the past night's events, the man was shocked to see the maimed bodies of those he had mauled the preceding night. Prowling and purging the streets and alleyways of Salem, the Werewolf returns back to his human form, until the next Full Moon presents itself. (unregistered contributor)

The shadow silhouetted by the moon is not one of earthly presence. It is one of blood and terror. of massive bone and strong sinew, of barely contained rage. It howls once, shaking the walls of the town houses, waking the townspeople. The Werewolf then descends upon the town. The townspeople cower in their beds, praying that they will not hear the awful sound of splintering wood. The mere sight of another person sends the Werewolf into further bloodlust. He is unstoppable, for none dare stand in his way. Only the stone-cold Veteran, gun loaded with silver bullets, or the oath-bound Bodyguard dares to lift a weapon against this nightmare. The next morning, when the sun shines upon his slaughter, he slips back in among the townspeople, his mask of timidity back in place. He dares not prowl again until the full moon restores his strength and power. (Credit to SOURCECODE01)

The Werewolf was born into a rich and noble family. He was spoiled and loved nothing better to abuse a certain guard of his. One day as he continued harassing the guard, the guard lost his cool and turned into a raging werewolf, tackling the boy. He was killed shortly after, but not before he had cursed the Werewolf with the same shape-changing rage he had. Because of that, his family fled to the Town of Salem, fearful of his powers. The Werewolf was left, abandoned and alone whilst by himself. A few years later, he comes to the Town of Salem, where his family lived and had forgotten the child they left. But he had not forgotten. He waited patiently for the full moon to rise, and that night went on a rampage at his family's house, killing everyone there. But that was not enough. He was still furious- furious at the people who lived with his family for all those years. So he stayed there, acting like a simple, innocent town member to everyone he encountered. Then every full moon he transformed into his Werewolf form and took his anger out on the town, rampaging in someone's home, killing everyone he saw,and eating their dead bodies too. Eventually he cooled down as the people he hated all died and a new generation took over, and he calmed down, making peace with them. However he could not just throw away all that anger as if it was nothing. So every full moon he transformed, completely unaware of what he was doing. He would visit houses, clawing the occupants to death. Then the next morning he would wake up and see what he had done. He grew cold, and stayed in alleys during the day, somewhere where he wouldn't harm anyone. But every full moon he still went around the town, killing the unsuspecting victims, where the only people that could stop him was the heartless Veteran,the merciless Bodyguard or if he accidentally kills himself. (credit to ElStar4Ever)

Once a man of luxury, the Werewolf's life took a turn for the worse after a mysterious beast struck him down with a bite. Three nights later, he viciously tore open the throats of a man and all who had visited him. Now the Werewolf desperately tries to control his vicious urges, the beast being driven by the very thing the Werewolf had thought to protect those around him; solitude. (credit to Who will teach Stevie?!)

The Werewolf was once a man of ordinary life, as he walked the streets of Salem and lynching those that were deemed guilty by the local Investigators. However, that ended when a large, silent beast stalked him during the night and almost ended his life by brutally mauling him, spreading the curse of the Werewolf. Now, as every Full Moon presents itself, he transforms into an unstoppable killing machine, only fueled with rage and bloodlust, as he mercilessly and mindlessly mauls any victims that dare visit him or his target. Be it a revealed Mayor, or the sociopathic men wielding butcher knives or fuel tanks and matches, he spares no one...(credit to Squiddington)

At a young age, he lost his parents to the Witch trials. Known only as one tainted with inhuman blood, he was cast out into the jungle, where he was found and raised by wolves. While living among the beasts for years, he became a predator, Prey was hunted in the pack, friends and foes were made during his childhood and teenage years. It all ended on the night of a full moon, when the humans invaded the jungle. Wood was chopped and burned, friends and foes were slaughtered, while the weak were forced to flee the jungle. His home and his family stolen from him a second time, rage overtook him; it gave him the strength to rip the furless' meat from their bones with nails and teeth. Many furless died that night to the one henceforth known as Werewolf, a human turned beast said to be covered in fur when the moon is full. Pretending to be one of the attacked by tearing his own flesh, he joined Salem to remind the furless murderers of the full moon night in the jungle. (credit to Ulithemuli)

The Werewolf was born into a life of luxury. Like a magnet, wealth and prosperity flocked to his family name, and by the time he became an adult he was on the path to a happy, comfortable life. But, late one evening, when he was out tampering in the garden, a wild beast emerged from the woods and began chasing him. He fled as fast as he could, but the creature soon had him in its claws and had bitten him. The change was almost immediate, and that night the full moon coaxed him into a hideous bestial form of fur, claws, and gnashing teeth. His family was horrified by what he had become, and after he wept himself to sleep that night, they fled to a new home, hoping to leave their monstrosity of a son behind. When he discovered this, the Werewolf, now in his human form, seethed with anger, but knew there was little he, a gentle and diminutive man, could do. That is, until two nights later, when the full moon mysteriously rose once again. His wild veins filled with rage, the Werewolf hunted down his family and tore them to pieces, along with the neighbors who had come to pay them a visit. Since that day, he has stalked the streets of Salem, with each full moon unleashing his fury on all who dare reject him. (credit to Booglock)

A lonely 25 year old sits alone in the alley where town members taunt at her, beats her, and threatens to stab her if she moves from the alley. One night she started wallowing because of her poor life, but all of a sudden, someone is a mask sees her and stares at her, he was holding a knife, he starts to laugh evilly and starts running towards her, she looks at the full moon and becomes angry al, of a sudden. Before she knew it she turned into a beast! She grabbed the masked person and threw him at the wall, and started mauling him, he screamed, but was killed in process. A doctor saw what had happen and runs to the person, but the werewolf mauled the doctor also. She threw them in the center of the town, she was enjoying this, but the sun rised as the moon disappeared. She turned back into a innocent 25 year old. (unregistered contributor)

The Sheriff sat back in his home, looking over the dozens of files he kept in his desk. A certain paper caught his eye, and he looked over it again. He chuckled as he remembered entering the house of the mild-mannered man next door and interrogating him. A loner was what the man had said he was, and that could mean many things, but the Sheriff decided to turn his gaze to the ongoing threat of the Mafia and ignore the quiet man. The man's pale eyes bothered him, but why was what he did not know. As soon as he began to put the files away, however, a blood-curdling howl rang in his ears, as did the sound of wood splintering. With a cry, he turned his gaze to the window, catching a glimpse of his attacker. A gasp of horror escaped his lips; those were those same pale eyes of the mild-mannered man. He lunged for his will and began to write furiously... only to realize that it was far too late. (credit to TotallyNotAWerewolf)

The werewolf, as a loner, had no hope for his life. A terrible wizard who was hated by most of salem had told him about his full-moon fate. However, the werewolf seems to make the most of it and attack as many people as possible, just to spare the witches and survivors that had promised to not try to kill thy. He tries to stay away from suspicion by claiming Survivor and it works. Though, his mortal enemies can get the best of him on a non-fullmoon night. (author wants to stay anonymous)

The werewolf was just a regular townie at first. But on one night, he was just relaxing in his house when a Witch barged through the front door. With her powerful magic crystals she sent a beam forth toward the werewolf, attempting to control him. Just then, a janitor came in through the door and accidentally tripped, dumping his cleaning acid all over the Witch's crystals. The crystal beam turned red and the Witch lost control of the werewolf. The red crystal beam made a magical transformation, making a genetic mutation that turns him into a werewolf every full moon. itshme

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I ran through the dark and deserted streets of Salem, the cloak covering my body. I had to get away before my curse claimed another life. I hadn't asked to be bitten, hadn't asked to be turned, but now every full moon, I will change, morphing into a beast... Suddenly, I see a man walking towards me. He walks slowly, as if he has all the time in the world. A psycho smile is spread across his face, and I can see the glimpse of his knife in his hand. I know this is the Serial Killer that the whole town wants to destroy. He comes closer to me, his blade shining in the moonlight...and I lunge, animal-like, and attack him, growing long claws that rip into his skin. The cloak falls off my body as I morph into a Werewolf and attack the man who came to kill me. I am one of the only creatures strong against to stand against some of these people. I am one of the only creatures who could kill a killer at night like this... I didn't ask for this, but it may save my life many times over. (Anonymous author)

Witch
As a young child, the Witch was used to being bullied. Everywhere she went, she was made fun of. Whether it was her abnormally large nose, her off-shade green skin, or just the fact that she carried a broom around wherever she went. The town had completely shunned her. She was banished to the far forests, left to her own devices..and her own magic. Throughout years of being completely alone, she had studied magic day and night, and, with the help of her black cat as a lab rat of sorts, she had learned to make people do whatever she pleased! With her newfound talent, she moved back into the town, taking up home under the guise of a regular townsperson. The Witch vowed to take revenge on everyone that had ever bullied her. That meant working with those who some may consider evil. To her, they were just allies...allies in the war on taking down the Town of Salem. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to justlyra)

'''To someone who knows the hidden ways of this world, everyone and everything is as easy to read as an open book. To be honest, she never wanted it to be like this. Her ancestors hated the church for it's bigotry, but they loved the nature and everything in it. The New World was rich indeed. Her kind used to be seen as healers, shamen of the natural world looked to with respect for their wisdom and knowledge. Until fanatics started condemning them. Those so called holy men made up demons and devils and claimed that her kind formed pacts with them. It was all lies to cover up their own sins. You would have thought this town would have learned their lesson all those years ago with the trials. But the Mayors wife, she believed that she walked with God. The wife accused her of controlling her husband when his eyes started watching other women. The wife got the town to turn against her, and she was told to leave the town proper or swing from a Oak branch. But no, she will NOT leave. The bones of her grandmothers are in this earth, and part of her will always live here. If they wanted to accuse her of using such magic, then she shall. All it takes is a little thing, some cut hair, nail clippings. People are so careless with their leavings. She already settled up with the wife, directing a killer to end her miserable life, and now she was going to get even with the town that allowed it to happen... (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place'', credit to Furril)

A young man walks through the town on a dreary, cloud-filled night. His purpose unknown, he plods on, burning the midnight oil. As he nears his destination, a woman crosses his path, face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. He greets her with a warm smile, and a friendly wave. As he begins to lower his arm and continue on his way, his wrist fractures and contorts. The man cries out in agony, no longer able to control his own limbs; it is as if he is a marionette subjugated by an unseen puppeteer. He looks back at the woman and sees sickly red light emanating from her eyes, illuminating her cracked, dry skin and wicked grin. His mind quickly leaves him, and the pain ceases. He becomes hollow, vacant. He is now an unwilling servant at the woman's command. She will not kill him, no. He will wake up tomorrow and tell everyone what he has seen. She will use him and others like him to turn the town into a grave, one corpse at a time. Allies of Salem beware, for this is the vow of the Witch. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to wrathandhavoc)

The town banished the Witches many years ago, hanging them from the gallows and watching them burn to ashes. The witch wants revenge, and will do whatever it takes to see the town go down in a mist of blood. No one knows for sure where the Witches come from. They are a group of few who have read the old books written in languages long forgotten to the men of today. A book of forbidden secrets, the secrets to the minds of men. Secluded in their house tonight, silently whispering the names of Salem. Witchcraft. The magic worms it's way into the victim's mind like a worm, a mental parasite. The victim cannot scream when they feel it self burrow into their psyche. Their eyes are forced shut my a force they cannot see. (unregistered contributor)

She waits. In her simple, inconspicuous hut, the Witch waits. She watches, looking for the one she knows won't fight: the man who plays with knives, who already has so many voices telling him what to do that he wouldn't mind another. The tortured soul whose screams she hears every time the moon is at its highest, roundest point as he turns into a howling abomination of nature. The old man, sitting in his chair smiling a secret smile that his underlings know means another death will occur. She drowns them in her power, forcing them to let go and serve her, only her. Because she is the Witch. Doesn't she deserve to make use of her powers? (Unregistered contributor)

The witch was born into a cult of healers, but couldn't master the art of saving people and so they didn't accept her. So she took a different path after meeting a WereWolf who convinced her to work with him and control people so they could live peacefully. Shortly after the Witch met the arsonist who told her he only doused normal town members. Every night she takes all of her rage and binds someone to do her bidding for her, even if it is getting the bodyguard to give bullet proof vests to the survivor. (unregistered contributor)

The first Witch was just experimenting one day, and the magic came to her. She felt.... Power. She could dominate, in her own way of course. She could control minds, which she did for good and bad, either way benefiting her. Salem found out, and she was hung, but she survived. She had the true power of a witch. She was banished to Lucian Forest and she never came to the town. Although she wasn't there, she could still do her magic. And if she needed to, she would kill. Some took after her, in secret of course, and they all met in Lucian Forest at midnight. Then Salem found out about some of them, and they tried a new execution. They were going to burn them. The witches endured flames more extreme than any Arsonist. The chain of witches is vague now, but every time someone is controlled, she sends a message. And the message always ends with, "Let's face it. I dominate." To this very day, people continue her evil magic and Salem still has their sanity. (unregistered contributor)

The Witch. An experienced sorceress with knowledge of the darkest magic known to man. She can bend minds of anyone of her choosing. She can control the Godfather to make quick work of any target that wrongs her. She can control the Vigilante to end the life of any innocent - possibly his own. She is a force to be reckoned with, even Veterans fear the presence of a Witch in the town... (credit to Squiddington)

The witch is a long forgotten and rarely feared soul who lurks in the outside of town, banished and hidden away for their crimes of controlling townies against their will. Fueled by their rage for being exiled, they will creep into even the house of the man with the knives and control him to pander to the Witches every whim. With their iron will and dark magic, the Witch will stop at nothing to ensure everyone who has wronged them will die. (unregistered contributor)

The witch takes a smoke out of her golden Kiseru pipe, before suddenly vanishing in a cloud of golden butterflies. The witch is a dangerous person, although the town -- fools, in her opinion -- don't quite understand the dangerous magic she holds. She was born with an interesting power; the power to use magic, although she couldn't use it during the day.

The serial killer, on his way to kill somebody, suddenly stopped, widening his eyes in surprise. Infront of him appeared a swarm of golden butterflies which, once disappearing, revealed a golden-haired woman holding a Kiseru pipe - it was none other than the witch. "Come now, remember. Remember how you are my furniture - my servant." the witch chanted. The serial killer forcefully opened his mouth against his will, controlled by the witch, and suddenly, out of the witch's Kiseru pipe came out a small butterfly, which beautifully floated into the serial killer's mouth. Ofcourse, the serial killer had never truly been the witch's servant. However, he had been controlled by the witch before, and was, infact, looking for the witch, trying to kill her. The witch cackled, disappearing back into her house in a swarm of golden butterflies.

It was almost morning; the serial killer found himself having dragged the corpse of the investigator for everyone to see, and having left a deathnote saying, "The Witch sends her regards.". Widening his eyes, the Serial Killer found himself coughing out a small, glittering golden butterfly, and realizes that he had been, once again, controlled by the witch. He rushed towards his house, the clock hitting 6AM soon after and everyone leaving their houses, the killer doing the same thing as if nothing had even happened.

But the lookout had seen it. ...He had seen how the Serial Killer crazily murdered the investigator out of his free will, and, before even realizing it, the Serial Killer had found himself on the stand, accused of having murdered the investigator like the psychopath he was. "Guilty!" most of the town shouted. "Kill... the...... Witc---..." the Serial Killer whispered to himself, trying to warn the town about the witch, but not even being able to complete his sentence. No one had heard it; the witch had gotten the Serial Killer lynched and the investigator killed. (credit to Frederika~Bernkastel)

Vampire Hunter
The Vampire Hunter was a normal person like everybody else, there were always rumors of Vampires, he did not believe in them, later in in the year he heard of people acting strange, being incredibly sensitive to light, he then started hearing about disappearances and then actually about vampires taking over towns, obviously no he knew they were real, there were so many towns people, good people, taken their lives by force and making their lives into a race for who get's blood and who doesn't. "if this continues there will be more vampires than they can feed on, all the people on earth will be vampires and starve to death" he said to himself. Others have tried to kill vampires with normal guns, they failed. he studied the history of vampires, their weaknesses and strengths, he packed up and moved from his home, and traveled to towns that were overtaken by vampires, armed with bag of garlic, holy water, a wooden stake, a silver knife, he was going to end the vampire bloodline, before it was too late. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to isrlygood)

When you were a small child, your father was the town Vigilante, and always got his target. One night, there was a knock on your door. This being strange, your father put you underneath the bed and grabbed his gun. As soon as he opened the door, the person grabbed him and flung him against the wall. He bit into his neck with his two pointy teeth, and drank the blood spewing from it. Your father, with the little of the strength you had left, he grabbed his gun and hit the monster upside the head with the back of it. The monster quickly fled, but your father was in extreme pain. His gun fell to the ground, and his teeth started getting longer, and his bright blue eyes were getting darker. He said to you, "Son, save your old man... It's time you protect this town, go straight to the Sheriff and tell him there's a vampire," and handed you his gun. As tears began to fall from both of your eyes, he lifted the barrel to his head. You pulled the trigger, and the gunshot woke the whole town. The run to your house, finding you crying next to your father's body. You looked up, and noticed who the monster was, as he was grinning from ear to ear. You told no one, and decided to take things into your own hands. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to mitchellbeast)

At last, he had finally gotten it. He held it up, hands trembling and eyes fiery with the urge to kill. In his hands was a long-awaited silver bullet. It was gleaming, ready to take the life of a Vampire. The Vampire Hunter planned to avenge his weasel, which was cruelly and mercilessly torn apart by a Vampire. A Vampire. Merely thinking of them makes the Vampire Hunter want to shatter something. The Vampire Hunter would never get that brutal image of his weasel out of his head for the rest of his life. As the Vampire Hunter lowered his hands, something flashed at the corner of his eyes. Clutching the bullet with his sweaty hands, his head immediately swiveled in that direction. Nothing. Slowly, quietly, he loaded his gun with the special bullet. He had one bullet. One chance. And this was his chance. He would kill the vampire tonight. He cocked his gun, ready to kill. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to wrathfulweasel)

In the corner of a damp room of a dilapidated house crouches a young man with keen observation skills. Being an introvert at the party which once took place in the living room, he had locked himself into a small room upstairs. Little did he know, his family had invited a vampire as one of the guests and in the short time, that vampire massacred everybody in the living room. He comes down, feeling hungry and hopes to sneak past the racket to take some crackers and cheese. The Vampire was gone, and left a bloody mess behind, which the man unknowingly steps in. He looks down to see the corpses of his parents and their friends, mutilated, with the traditional bite of a Vampire on their necks. Wetting his jeans, he quickly grabs the food and runs back into his solitary room, and cowers in the corner. He sits for several days, praying for his life. A rat shifts in the closet opposite him, causing a small shiny object to fall out. Upon inspection, it is a small silver cross. Filled with a new resolve and detetmination, the Vampire Hunter sets out, with a solemn vow to eliminate the Vampire prowling around his town. (unregistered contributor)

In a room with no window in the corner lies a man. He just watched Transylvania and decided that the movie was mediocre. He decided that he couldn't take the clichè Count Dracula characters anymore so he grabbed a silver cross and a stake. He watches people to see what movies they watch, if he finds out that the movie was somehow related to vampires, he will end that person's life for taking his 8 dollars and 2 hours of his life. (unregistered contributor)

In the old church on the cliffs that loom over Salem, a solitary figure kneels before a crumbling altar, his hands clasped in prayer. Lying on the altar is an old flintlock: the Vampire Hunter is the last of his order, a secretive sect dedicated to the removal of undead from the world. With Divine Protection, the Vampire Hunter adjusts his hat and throws his cloak over his shoulders. He takes with him his chosen armour and weapon: a clove of garlic, the only thing that Vampire fears, and a silver bullet to avenge his fallen brothers. The Vampire Hunter cares not whether the Town or the Mafia emerge victorious, only that the threat of the Undead amongst them is vanquished forever. (unregistered contributor)

The first Vampire Hunter had a friend. Not really a normal friend, but a friend. The Vampire Hunter's name was Fionna, and the friend's name was Dill. Dill always wanted to do the things that included GUTS. "GUTS?" Fionna asked herself. 'Is he CRAZY?" Dill wanted to do it, and Fionna was his friend, so she did it with him. Then one day, Dill didn't show up to school. Or Geniveve. Or Johanna. She wondered. "Was Dill up to something?" Dill came back to school, and Fionna smelled his breathe. It reeked of.... blood. Geniveve or Johanna never came back to school... Dill then said one day that he wanted to show Fionna something in the woods. When they got to the woods, Dill turned around. He bared his teeth at Fionna and went for her neck. Fionna grabbed a nearby tree branch and swinged it at Dill. Then she saw Geniveve and Johanna's bodies. She rushed over and looked at them. She knew she had to. Fionna had to kill her best friend. She rushed back to Salem and told them on the podium. When everyone got to the site, Dill was gone. Fionna hated vampires. Fionna hated Dill. Fionna hated her best friend..... Dill still roams the forest of Salem and quenches his thirst every night, in search of Fionna, trying to apologize. Fionna doesn't want to have anything to do with Vampires. And every one of his Vampire brethren.... would die under her wrath and the ones that followed her. (unregistered contributor)

Having to only be at a young age, the Vampire Hunter was innocent and young, when his village was attacked by unknown predators of the night. The Vampire Hunter never really understood who was the predators until the night where he heard the screams of his parents, only to rush into their bedroom with their dead bodies on the floor. After realizing the death of his parents, he looked up and saw the fangs of a Vampire, smiling back at him as the predator got away in the night. From that day, the Vampire Hunter vowed to get rid of the horrifying vermin called 'Vampires'. (unregistered contributor)

A man enters his home on a cold winter evening. He hears screaming from his and his wife's room. He grabs his trusty shotgun and violently runs up the stairs. The screaming continuing and only getting louder as he comes near. He walks in on his wife with a strange, pale and tall man. Having been caught cheating, the man lets out a violent shout, and fires at the strange man. He doesn't die. She screams, gets out of bed, and starts running towards her husband. Another shot is let loose. The woman falls to the ground. The strange man immediately grabs his clothing, states that he is a vampire, and displays his fangs once more, and proceeds to jump out the window. The man then goes to his wife, he's holding his wife angrily, only asking, "Why?", and vows to get revenge. He suits up. Vampire ready, stake in hand. His only thought, to get revenge on the vampire who killed his wife. (unregistered contributor)

On a rainy night, as the hunter stepped out of his house, he was greeted with a familiar face down the road. A man who you had once knew years ago. Reminiscent, yet sinister, with a dark haze surrounding his body. As his eyes slowly meet with the hunter's, he vanishes into the night, leaving behind nothing but a gust of wind. Behind him lay the hunter's beloved wife, lifeless and supine, drained of her blood and beauty. His cries that night rang through every neighborhood, yet no one could hear. He swore to this very day to find the Vampire and kill him, or die trying. (credit to NinjaScore)

One day, as the vampire hunter walked out of his house, he saw a man who was once his friend feasting on the blood of his wife. He tried to pry him away from her corpse with brute force, but the vampire escaped his grasp and disappeared into the night. As his pained howls echoed into the darkness, he made a pledge to find the vampire and destroy it or die trying. (credit to Bobsjobisfob)

One day as the vampire hunter walks out of his house he sees a man who was once his friend feasting on the blood of his wife. He tries to pry him away with brute force but alas the vampire is to fast for him and escapes. He pledges to do whatever he can to find the vampire or die trying. (unregistered contributor)

The Vampire Hunter was once a dismissive man until his house and family were burnt to the ground by a dark, mysterious, and bloodthirsty force. Paranoid and thirsty for revenge, he lurks around the town of Salem, seeking vengeance on any unlucky Vampire and find the ones who destroyed his life. (credit to NyxSoul)

There was once a boy who was very social and had many friends that he loved so much. They would all hang out together. However, one fateful night, while the boy was cooking (with garlic) He heard his friends scream. He then grabbed a gun (with silver bullets) and ran to the house (with the garlic in his hand).When he arrived, he saw the dead bodies of his friends, he then noticed that they had lost all their blood. Afterwards, when he went to go get help, he saw the culprit, the vampire. He threw the garlic and shot the vampire dead. After that, he vowed to kill every vampire in Salem... (unregistered contributor)

The Vampire Hunter used to be a man who worked a dead-end job at a processed meat department. He worked hours and hours on end handling blood-soaked beef to make hamburgers. However, all the time he worked he realised more and more that he was being cruel; all the bloody beef he worked day in day out he knew came from innocent slaughtered cows. One day, he cracked. He knew he was doing wrong and would tend to a cow farm outside of town. Destined to be there permanently, he would do his best to keep his cow farm, and those who resided there, safe from all harm. But... then it happened. A Vampire raided his house. He brutally slaughtered all of his bovine and sucked all of their blood clean, to the point the skin was on the bone. The thirst-quenched vampire was leaving the farm when he was blown to pieces by a shotgun. The farmer raised his gun in rage as he smashed all of the vampire's bits into pulp. Heartbroken, desperate, and slightly insane, the Vampire Hunter would move to Salem in sorrow. He would never again let anyone harm his charges. (credit to Octometaknight)

Vampire
She had never envisioned her life like this, and she never asked for it. One night, many moons ago she was bit. Merely a Lookout at the time, she became much more ever since. To some it would be a blessing, to some a curse, she hadn't decided yet. But she knew it was a full moon, and she knew that meant she needed to feast. Skulking through the Salem alleyways, the Vampire stumbled across the Escort, paying a visit to a nearby home. The Vampire felt bad for her, but she must feed. She lunged out at the Escort, reaching her prey before it even knew what was going on. Sucking the life out of her, she left the mangled, lifeless corpse in the alley. The Werewolf's howl could be heard in a nearby home, but that didn't concern her. She was really on the Lookout for the Vampire Hunter, who reeked of garlic. He would be carrying his stakes and holy water, as the Vampires would be active this full moon, but it was for naught. The Hunter was too late to save the Escort, so soon enough he'd have another problem to worry about. She morphed into a bat and took off into the air, looking down on the town below. As the faint beams of the sun began to peek out, she looked down upon all the residents of Salem, her soon to be meals. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to williamthered)

Lightning flashes across the night sky as rain pours heavily down on an ancient tomb. In this tomb lies the Vampire. A young explorer comes to this tomb searching to see if the villagers fears are true. Opening the door to the tomb, he carefully descends down the wet and slippery floor. Suddenly, his flashlight goes out. Still determined, he descends. Slipping on a rock on his way down, he crashes into a coffin. He gets up, and carefully opens the cover of the coffin. Inside lays the Vampire. As he comes closer to examine this monster, the Vampire, wakes up and bites him. Fully rejuvenated, the Vampire goes out to find their next target. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to TimeAce)

No one knew how the vampire was born. Legend has that a nurse cautiously paces towards the room of a newly brought in out-patient, still wondering if the psychologist has given a proper diagnosis yet. She grips the door handle, uncertain if she's prepared to face him, after all that's been rumoured about what lies inside this room. The door swings open, startling the nurse. The psychologist steps out, his face down, looking at his clipboard. Slightly relieved, the nurse asks if the patient is doing fine, or if he's sick. The psychologist pauses, raises his head, and smiles. Blood was dripping down his mouth and face onto his clothes. With a raspy breath, the final words the nurse ever hears is spoken. "You are the one who is sick." (credit to NinjaScore)

The newly "born" vampire then rushes out the door, the blood of his victims spilled on him, and quenches his reeching thirst. He was remembered and feared in Salem, and people have stood up to the other blood-thirsty creatures, known as Vampire Hunters. Some of them have succeeded, and the others, well, the others, they didn't succeed........ (unregistered contributor)

A nurse uneasily approaches the room of the so-called 'vampire', wondering if the psychologist has given a proper diagnosis. Suddenly, the door opens, and the psychologist steps out. The nurse asks if the vampire man is insane. "No need to worry madame," The psychologist pauses, baring his own fangs. "He's quite sane. You are the one who is sick." He mutters, before lunging forward. (credit to Who will teach Stevie?!)

The Vampire lurks through the streets of Salem, a hungry grin on his face. He stealthily sneaks through the alleyways, looking for the fastest way to his next meal. Finding the house of his target, he slips through the door and charges into their bedroom. He hears a scream and savors the look of pure horror on his victims face- before he drinks. (credit to RatRiddled)

The Vampire was a woman who believed in the work of a religious belief. She was part of a pact of Masons; she believed, looked up to her Mason Leader. She was a deep believer. She thought she knew everything from her leader and her beliefs. Hopeless was she when she found she was terribly wrong. One day, a Mason came to a meeting almost completely burnt and soaked in bloody fumes. He was definitely burnt by an Arsonist. The ignorant Mason lay down by his side, and when she reached down to touch him... He exploded into shards of bone fragments and entrails. The Mason was completely covered. Unknowingly, she ran to the nearest water source, the magical Holy Fountain outside the Mason meeting building, and tried to soak herself to get the stuff off... but when she jumped in, the blood and entrails infused with her. A scream came out, and all the other Masons rushed over panicking to the oddly tall woman. She didn't know what was going on... but instinct quickly took over. All the Masons were dead in at least a few seconds... and she bathed them in the Holy Fountain. The new squadron of Vampires, lead by that very woman, roam everywhere. She would maraud everywhere, drinking the blood of everyone she saw. Eventually she ended up in Salem, where she faced a new threat: the Vampire Hunter. (credit to Octometaknight)

Under suspicion from the town, the mayor has no choice but to reveal himself. He understands this is likely a death sentence, and returns to his home pardoned that night, with information on the town. He prays that a bodyguard will protect him… and when he hears a knock at his door he hesitantly opens it. A vampire sinks his teeth into the mayor’s throat, and he collapses. The next morning, nobody notices that the mayor’s gotten a bit paler… and that he’s grinning from ear to ear. (Credit to VesperLord)

The Vampire used to be nothing more than an average Escort. She roleblocked people who were suspicious,and if no kills happened then she’d call them out. However, one night she changed into a horrifying monster with no apparent cause; she grew long, sharp fangs, started to crave blood, and turned completely pale. Terrified, she knew that she had to get people to be like her, so she wouldn’t  feel  lonely. So, the next day, the Town was lacking not only an Escort, but a Doctor too. (Credit to Mudkip755).