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Old 10-29-2004, 03:31 PM   #1
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A Scary Halloween Story (collective)

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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.
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Old 10-29-2004, 03:45 PM   #2
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.
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Old 10-29-2004, 04:29 PM   #3
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.
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Old 10-29-2004, 04:36 PM   #4
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.
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Old 10-29-2004, 06:39 PM   #5
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.
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Old 10-29-2004, 07:09 PM   #6
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.

Trying to wipe his eyes clear was becoming a fruitless feat. The constant flow of wettness accumulating on his eyelashes and brow was clouding his vision; he could no longer walk with his head forward but now walked with head tilted down in efforts to quench his stinging eyes.
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Old 10-29-2004, 07:21 PM   #7
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.

Trying to wipe his eyes clear was becoming a fruitless feat. The constant flow of wettness accumulating on his eyelashes and brow was clouding his vision; he could no longer walk with his head forward but now walked with head tilted down in efforts to quench his stinging eyes.

As he walked looking down, hands firmly in pockets now, his thoughts drifted and it was was with a lurching stumble that he found himself alone. Dripping. Cold. In silence, in a dull grey light.
"You have passed through the Veil of Tears" said a soft woman's voice.
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.

Trying to wipe his eyes clear was becoming a fruitless feat. The constant flow of wettness accumulating on his eyelashes and brow was clouding his vision; he could no longer walk with his head forward but now walked with head tilted down in efforts to quench his stinging eyes.

As he walked looking down, hands firmly in pockets now, his thoughts drifted and it was was with a lurching stumble that he found himself alone. Dripping. Cold. In silence, in a dull grey light.
"You have passed through the Veil of Tears" said a soft woman's voice.

Now the rain was falling, but wasn't touching him. It coated him but did not saturate the invisible barrier protecting him.
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Old 10-29-2004, 07:51 PM   #9
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.

Trying to wipe his eyes clear was becoming a fruitless feat. The constant flow of wettness accumulating on his eyelashes and brow was clouding his vision; he could no longer walk with his head forward but now walked with head tilted down in efforts to quench his stinging eyes.

As he walked looking down, hands firmly in pockets now, his thoughts drifted and it was was with a lurching stumble that he found himself alone. Dripping. Cold. In silence, in a dull grey light.
"You have passed through the Veil of Tears" said a soft woman's voice.

Now the rain was falling, but wasn't touching him. It coated him but did not saturate the invisible barrier protecting him.

He could see but only as far as the rain permitted. And he was cold, so very cold now. He peered into the gloom, but couldnt make out the origin of the woman's voice. He began to shiver.
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.

Trying to wipe his eyes clear was becoming a fruitless feat. The constant flow of wettness accumulating on his eyelashes and brow was clouding his vision; he could no longer walk with his head forward but now walked with head tilted down in efforts to quench his stinging eyes.

As he walked looking down, hands firmly in pockets now, his thoughts drifted and it was was with a lurching stumble that he found himself alone. Dripping. Cold. In silence, in a dull grey light.
"You have passed through the Veil of Tears" said a soft woman's voice.

Now the rain was falling, but wasn't touching him. It coated him but did not saturate the invisible barrier protecting him.

He could see but only as far as the rain permitted. And he was cold, so very cold now. He peered into the gloom, but couldnt make out the origin of the woman's voice. He began to shiver.

"Don't be afraid," said the soothing female voice. He tried to reply, to say that he was shivering from cold and wet, not fear, but to his horror he found that his lips were sealed shut and would not part.
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.

Trying to wipe his eyes clear was becoming a fruitless feat. The constant flow of wettness accumulating on his eyelashes and brow was clouding his vision; he could no longer walk with his head forward but now walked with head tilted down in efforts to quench his stinging eyes.

As he walked looking down, hands firmly in pockets now, his thoughts drifted and it was was with a lurching stumble that he found himself alone. Dripping. Cold. In silence, in a dull grey light.
"You have passed through the Veil of Tears" said a soft woman's voice.

Now the rain was falling, but wasn't touching him. It coated him but did not saturate the invisible barrier protecting him.

He could see but only as far as the rain permitted. And he was cold, so very cold now. He peered into the gloom, but couldnt make out the origin of the woman's voice. He began to shiver.

"Don't be afraid," said the soothing female voice. He tried to reply, to say that he was shivering from cold and wet, not fear, but to his horror he found that his lips were sealed shut and would not part.

"There is a darker entity that hunts you. Remain calm and I shall do what I am allowed to protect you." Panic was building and spreading throughout his body, racking his nerves, spreading like an unleashed disease. "If you continue to fear you will make an easier target of yourself."
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.

Trying to wipe his eyes clear was becoming a fruitless feat. The constant flow of wettness accumulating on his eyelashes and brow was clouding his vision; he could no longer walk with his head forward but now walked with head tilted down in efforts to quench his stinging eyes.

As he walked looking down, hands firmly in pockets now, his thoughts drifted and it was was with a lurching stumble that he found himself alone. Dripping. Cold. In silence, in a dull grey light.
"You have passed through the Veil of Tears" said a soft woman's voice.

Now the rain was falling, but wasn't touching him. It coated him but did not saturate the invisible barrier protecting him.

He could see but only as far as the rain permitted. And he was cold, so very cold now. He peered into the gloom, but couldnt make out the origin of the woman's voice. He began to shiver.

"Don't be afraid," said the soothing female voice. He tried to reply, to say that he was shivering from cold and wet, not fear, but to his horror he found that his lips were sealed shut and would not part.

"There is a darker entity that hunts you. Remain calm and I shall do what I am allowed to protect you." Panic was building and spreading throughout his body, racking his nerves, spreading like an unleashed disease. "If you continue to fear you will make an easier target of yourself."

An obviously haunted house loomed on the horizon. He rapped on the door. From inside he heard an answering "rap rap" and the door swung open. The rapping sound was coming from up a flight of stairs, the kind with the bend in them and lots of cobwebs. He walked up the cobwebby stairs, following the "rap rap" sound to the end of a dark and again, obviously haunted hallway. There was a door at the end of the hallway. "RAP RAP" came from behind the door. He opened the door and inside the room was only an old cedar (they're always cedar though I don't know why, they're no good at all for keeping vintage linen in on account of the oil which can stain) chest.

RAP RAP.

It was obviously a challenge. Our zemonkey was up to it! He opened the chest. And inside was a roll of wrapping paper.
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Note: this is a 2-sentence-at-a-time thread

It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.

Trying to wipe his eyes clear was becoming a fruitless feat. The constant flow of wettness accumulating on his eyelashes and brow was clouding his vision; he could no longer walk with his head forward but now walked with head tilted down in efforts to quench his stinging eyes.

As he walked looking down, hands firmly in pockets now, his thoughts drifted and it was was with a lurching stumble that he found himself alone. Dripping. Cold. In silence, in a dull grey light.
"You have passed through the Veil of Tears" said a soft woman's voice.

Now the rain was falling, but wasn't touching him. It coated him but did not saturate the invisible barrier protecting him.

He could see but only as far as the rain permitted. And he was cold, so very cold now. He peered into the gloom, but couldnt make out the origin of the woman's voice. He began to shiver.

"Don't be afraid," said the soothing female voice. He tried to reply, to say that he was shivering from cold and wet, not fear, but to his horror he found that his lips were sealed shut and would not part.

"There is a darker entity that hunts you. Remain calm and I shall do what I am allowed to protect you." Panic was building and spreading throughout his body, racking his nerves, spreading like an unleashed disease. "If you continue to fear you will make an easier target of yourself."

An obviously haunted house loomed on the horizon. He rapped on the door. From inside he heard an answering "rap rap" and the door swung open. The rapping sound was coming from up a flight of stairs, the kind with the bend in them and lots of cobwebs. He walked up the cobwebby stairs, following the "rap rap" sound to the end of a dark and again, obviously haunted hallway. There was a door at the end of the hallway. "RAP RAP" came from behind the door. He opened the door and inside the room was only an old cedar (they're always cedar though I don't know why, they're no good at all for keeping vintage linen in on account of the oil which can stain) chest.

RAP RAP.

It was obviously a challenge. Our zemonkey was up to it! He opened the chest. And inside was a roll of wrapping paper.

"Huh," thought our bewildered protagonist - "not at all what I expected in an ancient old manor such as this." He shut the chest and turned around, intending to seek out a phone, radio, flashlight - or at a minimum a blanket to help him see the night through 'till dawn.
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.

Trying to wipe his eyes clear was becoming a fruitless feat. The constant flow of wettness accumulating on his eyelashes and brow was clouding his vision; he could no longer walk with his head forward but now walked with head tilted down in efforts to quench his stinging eyes.

As he walked looking down, hands firmly in pockets now, his thoughts drifted and it was was with a lurching stumble that he found himself alone. Dripping. Cold. In silence, in a dull grey light.
"You have passed through the Veil of Tears" said a soft woman's voice.

Now the rain was falling, but wasn't touching him. It coated him but did not saturate the invisible barrier protecting him.

He could see but only as far as the rain permitted. And he was cold, so very cold now. He peered into the gloom, but couldnt make out the origin of the woman's voice. He began to shiver.

"Don't be afraid," said the soothing female voice. He tried to reply, to say that he was shivering from cold and wet, not fear, but to his horror he found that his lips were sealed shut and would not part.

"There is a darker entity that hunts you. Remain calm and I shall do what I am allowed to protect you." Panic was building and spreading throughout his body, racking his nerves, spreading like an unleashed disease. "If you continue to fear you will make an easier target of yourself."

An obviously haunted house loomed on the horizon. He rapped on the door. From inside he heard an answering "rap rap" and the door swung open. The rapping sound was coming from up a flight of stairs, the kind with the bend in them and lots of cobwebs. He walked up the cobwebby stairs, following the "rap rap" sound to the end of a dark and again, obviously haunted hallway. There was a door at the end of the hallway. "RAP RAP" came from behind the door. He opened the door and inside the room was only an old cedar (they're always cedar though I don't know why, they're no good at all for keeping vintage linen in on account of the oil which can stain) chest.

RAP RAP.

It was obviously a challenge. Our zemonkey was up to it! He opened the chest. And inside was a roll of wrapping paper.

"Huh," thought our bewildered protagonist - "not at all what I expected in an ancient old manor such as this." He shut the chest and turned around, intending to seek out a phone, radio, flashlight - or at a minimum a blanket to help him see the night through 'till dawn.

Since everything was so obviously haunted, he imagined the space behind him full of invisible threats. The imaginary terrors whisked at the base of his spine as he cautiously navigated his way from room to room.
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Old 10-31-2004, 05:31 AM   #15
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It was a dark and stormy night, and one particular ZeMonkey had become stranded alongside the road. With his Fiat appearing to be a total loss, he began walking in the beating rain.

Within seconds, he was soaked to the skin. He considered his options: return to a night in the Fiat hoping for a Good Samaritan, or carry on in a quest for more suitable shelter; maybe even shelter with the prospect of a hot bath and warm air.

The latter of the choices seemed more enticing so he kept walking despite the endless drum of raindrops on his growing cold body. Although he decided to trek forward there was a nagging feeling in him to turn back.

After all, the Fiat was better than nothing; at least it was dry, and what if he found nothing down the road but more rain? Still, his feet slapped down one after the other, as though compelled in a way that mildly unnerved him.

The rain ran down his neck, even as he pulled up his collar and watched his breath escape in white smoke. Walking forward was becoming more difficult as the sheeting downpour forced him to blink and stall as it buffeted at his coat.

Trying to wipe his eyes clear was becoming a fruitless feat. The constant flow of wettness accumulating on his eyelashes and brow was clouding his vision; he could no longer walk with his head forward but now walked with head tilted down in efforts to quench his stinging eyes.

As he walked looking down, hands firmly in pockets now, his thoughts drifted and it was was with a lurching stumble that he found himself alone. Dripping. Cold. In silence, in a dull grey light.
"You have passed through the Veil of Tears" said a soft woman's voice.

Now the rain was falling, but wasn't touching him. It coated him but did not saturate the invisible barrier protecting him.

He could see but only as far as the rain permitted. And he was cold, so very cold now. He peered into the gloom, but couldnt make out the origin of the woman's voice. He began to shiver.

"Don't be afraid," said the soothing female voice. He tried to reply, to say that he was shivering from cold and wet, not fear, but to his horror he found that his lips were sealed shut and would not part.

"There is a darker entity that hunts you. Remain calm and I shall do what I am allowed to protect you." Panic was building and spreading throughout his body, racking his nerves, spreading like an unleashed disease. "If you continue to fear you will make an easier target of yourself."

An obviously haunted house loomed on the horizon. He rapped on the door. From inside he heard an answering "rap rap" and the door swung open. The rapping sound was coming from up a flight of stairs, the kind with the bend in them and lots of cobwebs. He walked up the cobwebby stairs, following the "rap rap" sound to the end of a dark and again, obviously haunted hallway. There was a door at the end of the hallway. "RAP RAP" came from behind the door. He opened the door and inside the room was only an old cedar (they're always cedar though I don't know why, they're no good at all for keeping vintage linen in on account of the oil which can stain) chest.

RAP RAP.

It was obviously a challenge. Our zemonkey was up to it! He opened the chest. And inside was a roll of wrapping paper.

"Huh," thought our bewildered protagonist - "not at all what I expected in an ancient old manor such as this." He shut the chest and turned around, intending to seek out a phone, radio, flashlight - or at a minimum a blanket to help him see the night through 'till dawn.

Since everything was so obviously haunted, he imagined the space behind him full of invisible threats. The imaginary terrors whisked at the base of his spine as he cautiously navigated his way from room to room.

Finally, he descended the staircase armed with the fruits of his search: a musty old quilt, a half-used book of matches, two dusty candles, and a couple of deteriorating photo albums to help him pass the time. He threw the crumbling tarp off a large settee, pulled up a nearby table, and settled down to wait the night through.
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