In the quiet town where shadows creep,

Lies a secret buried deep.

Whispers in the darkened street,

Speak of a tale incomplete.

The clock struck twelve, the night was still,

A figure moved with silent skill.

In the old mansion, cold and grand,

A sinister plan was close at hand.

The chandelier swung with a ghostly sway,

As footsteps echoed and then went away.

Two screams cut through the midnight air,

Two souls departed, no one there.

The morning dawned with a chilling breeze,

Two bodies found among the trees.

Detectives came, their faces stern,

To solve the riddle, the truth to learn.

Clues and secrets, webs of lies,

Hidden motives and alibis.

In the end, justice sought its due,

The guilty caught, the town anew.

But in the quiet, shadows still creep,

Guarding secrets, dark and deep.