RIGHT THIS IS A GODDAMN REPOST OF THE CHAPTER COS NOW THE FRICKIN website has decided to take away the charmeded one's THOUGHTS!!! Anyone familiar with how I post the way people think it's between these . If THAT didn't work, it's between the two little arrow type thinks on the , and . keys. Now I have to 'devise' another way to make them think... hmmm...
ALRIGHT from hence onwards, all thoughts will be contained inside... $dollar signs cos they're mental!$ Even though it looks like an 's' but that will, comically for me, confuse you MWA HA HA!
Okay seem to be having a problem wit' this damm website - it's buggering up my grammer. I SWEAR - in the last chapter the paragraphing for speech was right it's the website it is it is!!!! sO I'm gunn' experiment and do blank lines between paragraphs (maybe MAYBE you'll see what I mean. maybe) and hopefully that'll work. yeah right.
Here we go......
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5.
With Piper revived after fourteen attempts where she'd fainted again after being reminded of the monstrosity in the attic, Prue and Phoebe eventually realised she would stay awake if they didn't tell her what was going on. But how to get her into the attic without alerting her of the monster?
"Hey let's go play in the attic!" Prue said with false cheerfulness.
"I like playing..." Piper mumbled.
"Well whaddya know - I like the attic!" Phoebe ponced (she really and truely did) about laughing. "So everybody's happy!"
$Sure,$ thought Prue, $everybody's real happy. I'm so thrilled I get to be killed by a teddy bear the day before my forty-seventh birthday$. She grimaced, and slowly began to tackle the stairs.
A mighty roar was heard from the attic.
"W-what was that?" Piper trembled.
Phoebe thought fast. "Oh... uh, that was Kit playing with her ball again"
Prue smacked Phoebe over the head. And quite right too. Anyways.
Tentatively, Prue... okay it was actually quite rough... let me start again.
Roughly (!) Prue pushed Phoebe in front to use as a sheild and Phoebe poked her head around the door. her eyes searched to room but she couldn't see any teddy bear.
"Why are we standing around like goons?" Piper asked.
"Because we are goons dumbass!" Prue scolded. "But since you asked..."
Prue, once again, did some rough shoving, and this time Piper stumbled heavily into the room and jumped as the door slammed shut behind her. She tried to open it but either it was locked or Prue and Phoebe were holding it shut.
"Come on guys... why are you not letting me out?" she wailed, then realised that there must be some reason other than sisterly teasing that was making them trap her. If this was any other normal situation, they would've locked her in a cupboard, but here, here she had space to move around. Something was definitely wrong.
Breathing quietly now, the awful silence in the attic only made her heart beat harder and the unease weigh down heavier. Slowly she stepped into the room, eyes wide, ears pricked, full sensory alert, and stalked the room warily.
WHAT WAS THAT????
Piper whipped round to the direction of the noise and her eyes darted the length of the room, not missing one detail: there was the old rocking chair, the chest, the dusty lamps, the 'Book' (gotta remember that capital 'B') on it's podium, a fluffy teddy bear, Phoebe's old guitar (oh yes) $Wait a minute - what was that?$ Piper's thoughts butted into her rounds of the room. What, the guitar? $No, before that$ The Book of Sh*t- I mean, Shadows? $No... what was the one after that?$ Oh - the teddy? $Yes that's it - the... oh my god!$
"Oh my god!" Piper finally decided to stop having telepathetic- I mean, telepathic conversations with the author and voice her thoughts. "A teddy bear!"
The teddy's cool eyes regarded her cooly with a cool stare. It was, in a word, cool. Then it pulled itself to it's feet and began it's slow, hypnotising walk towards Piper, it's first victim in over twenty years.
Oh god I'm scared are you scared cos I'm scared this is scary!
Did the grammer work this time??? If not I GUNN' KEEL YOU!!!!
And of course evidently it didn't cos I had to replace my cool wee arrow signs with stoopod currency signs. I am sufficiently upset.
ALRIGHT from hence onwards, all thoughts will be contained inside... $dollar signs cos they're mental!$ Even though it looks like an 's' but that will, comically for me, confuse you MWA HA HA!
Okay seem to be having a problem wit' this damm website - it's buggering up my grammer. I SWEAR - in the last chapter the paragraphing for speech was right it's the website it is it is!!!! sO I'm gunn' experiment and do blank lines between paragraphs (maybe MAYBE you'll see what I mean. maybe) and hopefully that'll work. yeah right.
Here we go......
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5.
With Piper revived after fourteen attempts where she'd fainted again after being reminded of the monstrosity in the attic, Prue and Phoebe eventually realised she would stay awake if they didn't tell her what was going on. But how to get her into the attic without alerting her of the monster?
"Hey let's go play in the attic!" Prue said with false cheerfulness.
"I like playing..." Piper mumbled.
"Well whaddya know - I like the attic!" Phoebe ponced (she really and truely did) about laughing. "So everybody's happy!"
$Sure,$ thought Prue, $everybody's real happy. I'm so thrilled I get to be killed by a teddy bear the day before my forty-seventh birthday$. She grimaced, and slowly began to tackle the stairs.
A mighty roar was heard from the attic.
"W-what was that?" Piper trembled.
Phoebe thought fast. "Oh... uh, that was Kit playing with her ball again"
Prue smacked Phoebe over the head. And quite right too. Anyways.
Tentatively, Prue... okay it was actually quite rough... let me start again.
Roughly (!) Prue pushed Phoebe in front to use as a sheild and Phoebe poked her head around the door. her eyes searched to room but she couldn't see any teddy bear.
"Why are we standing around like goons?" Piper asked.
"Because we are goons dumbass!" Prue scolded. "But since you asked..."
Prue, once again, did some rough shoving, and this time Piper stumbled heavily into the room and jumped as the door slammed shut behind her. She tried to open it but either it was locked or Prue and Phoebe were holding it shut.
"Come on guys... why are you not letting me out?" she wailed, then realised that there must be some reason other than sisterly teasing that was making them trap her. If this was any other normal situation, they would've locked her in a cupboard, but here, here she had space to move around. Something was definitely wrong.
Breathing quietly now, the awful silence in the attic only made her heart beat harder and the unease weigh down heavier. Slowly she stepped into the room, eyes wide, ears pricked, full sensory alert, and stalked the room warily.
WHAT WAS THAT????
Piper whipped round to the direction of the noise and her eyes darted the length of the room, not missing one detail: there was the old rocking chair, the chest, the dusty lamps, the 'Book' (gotta remember that capital 'B') on it's podium, a fluffy teddy bear, Phoebe's old guitar (oh yes) $Wait a minute - what was that?$ Piper's thoughts butted into her rounds of the room. What, the guitar? $No, before that$ The Book of Sh*t- I mean, Shadows? $No... what was the one after that?$ Oh - the teddy? $Yes that's it - the... oh my god!$
"Oh my god!" Piper finally decided to stop having telepathetic- I mean, telepathic conversations with the author and voice her thoughts. "A teddy bear!"
The teddy's cool eyes regarded her cooly with a cool stare. It was, in a word, cool. Then it pulled itself to it's feet and began it's slow, hypnotising walk towards Piper, it's first victim in over twenty years.
Oh god I'm scared are you scared cos I'm scared this is scary!
Did the grammer work this time??? If not I GUNN' KEEL YOU!!!!
And of course evidently it didn't cos I had to replace my cool wee arrow signs with stoopod currency signs. I am sufficiently upset.