There was a small town once, and towering above the puny town was a large and rather mansion propped up on a hill. This mansion had some sort of Victorian feel to it, the mansion was encircled by an tall iron fence with sharp points at the top of each bar that was framed by bricks which was just as intimidating as the mansion itself.

Of course the locals were rather displeased of the construction of this tall mansion. At times it blocked out the sun preventing their crops from growing. But even more they hated the family living within the mansion, but not enough to murder them in their sleep at least.

But one day, when the clock in the middle of the town struck 12, a young unnamed local with dark circles around his eyes and overalls trudged up a path leading to the mansion wielding a abnormally large pair of scissors. As storm clouds rolled in over the town, he broke the iron gate guarding the house and slowly creaked open the large wooden doors at the entrance.

To the man's delight, he found a maid working alone in the kitchen washing the family's dishes from their dinner. He slowly crept towards her with the scissor, his shoes making subtle tapping noises on the carpet floor. When the maid turned around to put the dishes in the cupboard, there she was face-to-face with the man. She saw him, eyes filled with lunacy and a sinister smile.

Then the man gave a slight chuckle and said calmly, "Off with your head pretty girl." The maid began to scream but was shortly cut off when the man sliced off her head.