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Anyhoodles, here is your story! Im sorry I haven't updated in like ages!
Kuki didn't think anyone else knew about the room. She figured that she and Mushi were the only one who knew out of everyone who had once lived in this house. Well, someone would have had to put the toys there…
"Come on Mushi, we have to go downstairs again."
Mushi got up reluctantly and followed her sister down the tiny staircase, mumbling about how they needed some rainbow monkeys.
Kuki needed to find out how to get past the dogs. She had an idea, but didn't completely know what to do. Every day, twice a day she and her sister got a tiny piece of chicken, some canned corn and a baked potato. Supposedly it was the cheapest they could find.
So every day she would give her meat to the dogs and every time she would inch a bit closer. She figured if she made friends with the dogs, they'd let her pass. Kuki also found out that each day two of the men would leave to the grocery store our to buy something. Every 3 days at exactly 5:30. Then they'd leave the youngest man home to watch Kuki and Mushi.
She just had to wait.
Farmedy farmedy farm!
'How could she be gone? Was that number cursed or something? Was the job of number three cursed? Was anyone who got that spot automatically going to die or leave? Why was it that spot? Why was it number three? She was the weakest. Well, not the weakest, but the most vulnerable. If number one or five or anyone of them got lost, it'd be fine, cause they could fend for themselves, but number three?
What was going on? Wally wandered over to Satsuki's house and looked through a window. It was like every other house. Who would have known that a girl who once lived there had died, and now the girl who lived here was gone.
He wandered into the backyard. He didn't feel uncomfortable. He felt like it was really his own house, his own yard. He just wandered back there.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!! (ha!)
Wally's shirt had caught on one of the thorns in one of the thorn bush's. His sleeve now had a giant rip down the middle.
"Ugg…." He sighed and he reached down to pick up his ripped sleeve and found a note.
If you ever want you daughters
Back, meet us at 1003 Black
Bird Avenue at 10:00 pm
On July 26th. Bring crud-loads of
money
us
It was written in bits of cut out magazines. Wally felt like he was in a movie. He realized that he was the first to find the note. July 26th was three days from now.
IM SO SORRY THAT WAS SO SHORT! And weird… random note in bush… ya…. Well please review and ill update quicker!