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    Shadows in the Dark – A Writers Challenge

     “Aaaaahhhhh!!!!” Alice screamed as she pushed Helena aside, crawling under the large oak coffee table. “Oh God…we’re all gonna die,” she whimpered, curling into the fetal position.
    “Damn it Alice,” Bette hissed. “If you wake Angie up, I swear to God I’ll…” 
    She was interrupted by another banging on the door. “Hold on,” she mumbled as she stood up and headed for the door.
    “Wait Bette,” Helena said. “I don’t think you should answer the door alone.”
    “Oh God…oh God…oh God…” Alice could be heard mumbling under the table.
    “Yeah Bette,” Shane chimed in. “You never know who could be out there.”
     
    Turning to Helena she motioned with her head toward Bette. “Why don’t you go with her Hel?”
    “Me?!” Helena squeaked. “Why me? Why don’t you go with her Shane, you’re the butch.”
    They heard Alice snort in laughter at this statement. “If Shane’s butch, I’m the mysterious silent type!” Then, remembering the situation she went back to her repetitive prayer. “Oh God…oh God…oh God…”
    Another banging on the door brought Tina to her feet to join Bette, and caused Helena and Shane to jump into each other’s arms. 
    “Come on Babe,” Tina chuckled, “let’s see who’s at the door before they break it down.”
    “Wait!” Helena shrieked. She got up and ran over to the fireplace and grabbed the poker. “If you are going to insist on opening that door at least arm yourselves.”
    “Oh for crying out loud,” Bette’s fuse was beyond lit now. “You all watch way too much TV!”
    Bette was almost at the door with Tina right behind her (carrying the poker Helena had slipped her as they had walked past her) when a huge gust of wind hit the side of the house causing the lights to flicker.
    A low keening sound was coming from under the coffee table, and Bette knew if she didn’t get control of this situation fast their friends would never agree to visit them again, whether it is in the middle of the woods, or the middle of Manhattan.
    “Hey Al…honey I know you’re scared. I understand that you are in unfamiliar surroundings, so if you would like Tina can take you up to Angie’s room. You can go in there, lock the door, and lay down with her. How does that sound?”
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    Comments

    1. Oh you are bad! Leaving the next person to deal with Jenny. Great chapter Seahurst great way to deal with the knock at the door. At least Jenny wasn’t at the door.

    2. LOL. Leave it to Alice to provide the comic relief! Thank you Seahurst. Wow, who is next to try to pick up that story thread? first line of business is to get Alice out of Bette and Tina’s bed before Bette blows a fuse! :)

    3. Not only am I thoroughly amused by the storyline, the dynamics of the author rotation is a hoot! Can’t wait to see what is done with breakfast by the next one up!

    4. LOL!…I take a few days off from this site and come back to pandemonium. First Jobadge and then Seahurst…. my condolences Jwet. Good luck explaining Jenny in the raft! Rotten (but very funny Seahurst!)

    5. Never learn your lesson Alice lol. That was funny, my belly’s killing me pmsl. Gosh!! fun fun fun. Thank you to all the writers for this story. PPVS

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