When a person yelps they may be doing this for a number of reasons perhaps they have fallen into a deep hole and are unable to sustain the strength to merely climb or they have been hit in the head with a large pointy object and may feel the need to take it out of course you do not have necessarily yell for those reasons. But I advise you to if you find yourself in that sort of situation for if you don't you will remain in that hole until some one walks by this hole and says to his or her self "Hmm I wonder if some one has fallen into that hole and has not thought to there selves to yell for help?" and in the other case if you do not yell you may find yourself in a number of uncomfortable and embarrassing situations such as minding your own business and walking to the town market with the hole town staring at the large pointy object receding from your forehead. So when you feel the need to yell please do so. Like now would be a good time to yell being the fact you are probably being force against your will to read this horrible story because unless you have been sent to an insane asylum you are in your right state of mind and would be reading a happy story that will fill your dreams with thoughts of pink bunnies and flowers and I am sorry to tell you this is not that type of story.
The piercing scream coming from the small yet quaint cottage reached the ears of the Baudelaires and their new found friend's ears like a hurricane hitting a small island. A rush of confusion and sudden unawareness of their surrounding fell over the children as they rushed to the house to see what the commotion was about and burst through the door. An immediate sense of safeness hit them. As they peered into the house they could see a small room with two couches and a miniature TV set against the wall on the other side of the room was an old stove placed next to a long counter and a garbage can that seemed to be over flowing. The refrigerator was set across from a small round table with four wooden chairs and a vase of roses placed directly in the middle of the table. There was a door at the end of the room which the children guessed led to Kit's bedroom.
But the detail the children failed to notice was the lump standing over the counter bleeding slightly. But it didn't take them long to realize that there was a boy who seemed to have split his finger open chopping carrots.
"Quigley!" Violet exclaimed running towards her lost friend and embracing him in a rather large bear hug probably near crushing his lungs.
"Um…Violet I missed you…too but I have…a slight injury to tend to!" Quigley replied with a few gasps in between his words.
"Oh dear! You're bleeding! Run it under cold water and put pressure on it!" she barked at him.
As Violet tended to her ailing friends wound, Klaus tended to something else in the room, the book shelf. It was positioned next to one of the couches. It went from ceiling to the floor at was about two and a-half feet wide. As he stared a bit closer he realized it was stocked full of books but one was a bit different than the others…
Mean while Sunny tended to the carrot Quigley had been chopping up and started to bite it as she watched Klaus examine a big white book with interest and also watched as Violet bandaged Quigley's hand with care. This was quickly getting boring so as if she were changing the channel on the television turned her head to watch kit who was looking rather drowsy as she was sitting on the couch staring at the garbage can with interest. Kit being the nut that the Baudelaire's were coming to know, was not surprising the little Baudelaire. Kit was a short woman with piercing gray eyes and soft auburn hair tied back in a ponytail one could say she had a very sophisticated look about her. Sophisticated yet strange.
It was nearing dark when Kit finally stopped staring at the garbage can and said "Well this has been an interesting day maybe we should turn in for the night it's getting pretty late."
"Kit I don't mean to be rude but your cabin as cozy and lovely as it is, is rather small, where are four children and a grown women going to sleep?" Klaus asked in a polite tone so not to offend the woman who seemed to have gone threw a lot of trouble just to have them in her house.
"Oh Klaus did you think I'd get you all the way here and not think of where you children would rest your head! What do you think I'm some sort of a nutter with half of a brain!" at this the children , even Quigley, looked around at themselves but continued to listen to listen to the hostess ramble on, " Well of course I thought about it. Come follow me this way." She finished as she walked over threw the kitchen pass the table and took one last look at the garbage can and stopped rite in front of a bare wall.
The children looked around incredulously which here means wondering how on earth they were supposed to sleep on a wall. Kit was seemingly strange woman the Baudelaire's thought…but she couldn't have been delusional or Quigley would not stayed with the woman with the mind of a girl and he definitely would not have sent her to pick the children up from Briny Beach.
Quigley, seeing the Baudelaire's confusion over the sleeping arrangements, quickly intervened, which here means explained the whole strange and confusing situation to his companions. "What Kit means," he started, staring at their guardian who had no idea why the children didn't under stand at all "Is that you must simply look up."
And with that the Baudelaire's followed the Quagmire's finger to the point where they could see the small opening in the wash white ceiling.
"Um Ms. Snicket how will a hole in the ceiling going to provide for us a place to sleep?" Violet questioned her as she stared at the opening in the wash white ceiling.
"Oh yes well up threw that hole are four beds one fore each of you." Kit explained.
"Oh I see. Well the other problem would be is how we get threw the hole. I don't know about you but my siblings and I haven't had much experience in the subject of flying threw holes."
"Oh right…Quigley dear pull the rope and bring me down the latter please." Kit said nodding her head towards a string that had been dangling slightly out of the hole. And with this Quigley did so and down fell a large rope latter.
"Now climb on up into the hole and prepare yourselves for bed!" she ordered as Klaus slowly climbed the rope followed by Violet, Sunny, and finally Quigley.
Now normally if you were rich your house would be extravagant and clean and if you were a bit less fortunate your house may be a bit smaller than average and less extravagant but in Ms. Kit Snicket's house those rules did not apply.
As you entered the large room you would have seen four large four poster beds each equipped with a side table with a freshly poured glass of water sitting neatly on top, and also a dresser with things on top of them that fit the children's personalities, like a glove. The walls were a lovely manila color with little white sailboats bordering it. Each or the sheets and comforter on the beds were different colors. Yellow, Purple, Green and Red.
Violet took the bed with the Purple, Klaus the Red and Quigley the Green. Each bed was soft and fluffy and a perfect fit for each of the children. On the beds were freshly cleaned pajamas for each of them. On the other side of the room was a door which led to the bath room which each of the children in turn strolled into and changed in their pajamas with out a word and soon they had all nodded off to sleep un aware of the danger they we yet to face.
A/N- Sorry that took soooooo long I had such serious writers block. Well I hope you liked it. And it was brought to my attention I had like grammar and spelling problems
In my last chapter and I apologize and would you be so kind as too review thank you!