Note: Okay, that wasn't a really scary chapter but it's only the beginning so expect it get better soon!
EloraCooper4- I'm glad it made you giggle but FYI it's gonna get scary… SOON! I'm also glad that you know who I'm talking about when I say "Fatty's Sister". It makes me proud to know that there are other people that know about the relationships that the LotR characters had and aren't just making up ridiculous ones. (Honestly, I've read stories where Merry has a girlfriend with a name that has more syllables than "Arwen Undomiel"!)
Crystalgreen- That's right, Becky, you know I have to stick a chupacabra into one my stories SOMEHOW! And here's a little Spanish tip: since "chupacabra" is plural you wouldn't say la chupacabras, you'd say LAS chupacabras.
Anyhoo, enough of my pointless babbling! Here's the next chapter in this chilling tale (yeah right)…
Dark Secrets of the Shire
Pippin went back to his newspapers. In an hour he found maybe one or two articles that caught his eyes but both had nothing to do with the paranormal. He looked at the grandfather clock and sighed. It would be another two hours before his parents would return to the Great Smials. Not counting the rest of the Took population that inhabited the Great Smials, he and his three sisters had been left alone by their parents, who had gone to a party of some sort.
Pippin got up and went to the kitchen. His sandwich had mysteriously disappeared and he found himself quite hungry. After all, looking for signs of the paranormal in old newspapers made a hobbit dreadfully hungry. He took out two slices of bread, a nice big slab of cheese, some butter, some bacon, and a ripe tomato and dropped it all on the kitchen table, thinking of which order the food should go in order to create the perfect sandwich.
After deciding that the butter would go first, Pippin's heart nearly jumped out of his chest as he heard a scratching at the round window to his right. He thought of running away, or hiding, but then reconsidered it; what would his friends say? Eyes wide, full of fear, he walked to the window and looked out. Nothing.
Pippin went out of the kitchen to the living room and then to the entry hall- it actually wasn't that big of a hall, but no sensible hobbits would ever say that there was a door leading outside that came right out of the living room. He opened the door and looked outside. Still nothing. "Strange…" Pippin muttered to himself. He sighed and was about to close the door when he saw a figure, not much bigger than himself, step out of the shadows. "Pippin! Don't even think of closing that door!"
Pippin felt his heartbeat return to its normal rate as he realized that the figure was actually his eldest sister, Pearl. "Pearl, why are you out here? Why aren't you inside your room reading a book or something like Pimpernel and Pervinca?" Just then he noticed a second figure standing a few feet away from his sister- a masculine figure. "Oh… so I see," he said smirking.
Pippin's sister grabbed Pippin by the shirt collar and glared at him. "Peregrin Took, if you tell anyone about this-" "Should I leave?" said the other hobbit who was standing in the background fidgeting. Pippin grinned. "Yes, if you don't want all your blood sucked clean!" The hobbit's eyes widened and he started to back away. "Oh, I don't like the sound of that. Uh, I'll see you around, Pearl." And with that he ran off.
Pearl let go of Pippin and glared at him even harder. "PIPPIN! What would instill you to do such a thing? You can't just intervene in my love-life!" Pippin went inside, smiling to himself. "I can when Mum and Dad tell us ALL to stay home and not have any guests over!" Sucking her teeth, Pearl glared even harder (if that is even possible) and stomped into her room, muttering about pesky brothers.
Pippin went back to the kitchen to continue where he left off on his sandwich, snickering to himself all the while. But when he arrived he was shocked to find that the food had disappeared. "Good heavens! Where is all my food going?" he shouted in despair.
Just then he heard the pattering of small feet along the wooden floor. Biting his lip he turned around… only to face empty air. He let out a sigh of relief and went back to the living room. It was probably just his overactive imagination. All that thinking about the paranormal must have been causing him to hear things, he decreed.
He decided to take his mind off by going through the genealogy tables. After a while of looking over familiar (and not so familiar) names, Pippin felt himself dozing off. If anyone had happened to have been there at the moment that Pippin fell asleep they would have noticed him muttering "Second cousin, three times removed…" as he did so. But there was NOT anyone there to notice, so his reputation of being a hobbit that doesn't talk in his sleep was safe. However, little did the sleeping Took know that in the corner of the room two little green eyes glimmered like that of emeralds on an Elven blade… a very EVIL Elven blade. And those eyes did not belong to any cat, for the Thain, that is, Pippin's father, was allergic and not very partial to cats.