Well, it took me all weekend, but. I finally wrote a few drabbles that I was happy with! Anyway, I apologize about this not being Rule 30, but rest assured it is coming. I must be on my tenth draft right now, but I'll get it up eventually. Anyway, thank you so much for the amazing support! It's really awesome and I thank each and everyone of you!

Rule 7

Never look underneath the porch of Anubis House.

"I think the football rolled down there." Patricia pointed toward the porch.

Eddie scrutinized the dark space. "Are you sure?"

Patricia nodded. "Pretty."

He shrugged, looking uneasy. "Okay."

He crouched down and peered into the space. "I think I see it!" He called, scooting further into the abyss.

"Well hurry!" Patricia called, then waited. No response.

"Eddie?"

Nothing.

Then all of the sudden, Eddie was scrambling out from underneath the porch and yanking Patricia away from the gaping hole.

"What-Eddie! What's the matter?" She asked, struggling as he pulled her toward the house. "What'd you see?"

Eddie gulped and glanced back, as if making sure nothing was following them.

"Nothing I wish to disclose at this moment." He squeaked.

Rule 21

No dogs. (A Victor rule)

Victor stared at the puppy currently sitting on his shoe. The puppy stared back.

Victor frowned. The puppy licked its chops and began panting happily.

"Trudy!" He called. "The house seems to have been invaded by vermin! Please call the exterminators!" He pointed at the puppy and hissed "You will leave my house you little flea ridden beast, or I will stuff you and sell you to a museum."

The puppy lifted a leg and peed on Victor's shoe. As if to say, yeah, I don't like you either.

Rule 22

No cats. (A Patricia rule)

"Please Patricia! If you vote yes, then we have enough signatures for a House cat!" Alfie pleaded.

"No."

"But why not!" He whined, clutching the pen and paper in his fingers.

Patricia finished flipping through her phone and held it out to him.

"Ugh!" He cried, recoiling at the pink and purple fleshy blob on the screen. "What is that?"

Patricia grinned menacingly."That my friend, is what happens when I am exposed to cat hair."

Alfie looked at the screen again, making a face. "Yuck."

Patricia nodded. "You want to get a cat Alfie? Be my guest. But if you do, that beast is waking up." She glanced down at the phone screen and back up at Alfie. "And it's coming for you."