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You know that stuff, I Can't Believe It's Not Butter? Well, I can't believe it's not butter.
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1! 2! 3! 4! I declare a pun war!
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I hate dairy puns. I butter not hear anymore.
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Cailey listened and watched as he floundered and muttered before excusing himself. "Right. I'll meet you at seven. See ya."
After he left, she closed the door and leaned back against it. She gave in and ground her teeth a little. Why in the world had she just agreed to that! She didn't want to look at him, much less talk to him! This was a mess. Annoyed, she snatched up the sheet music she had been working on to take to campus. She needed the music rooms. She nearly left the apartment wearing pajamas in her flustered state.
Cailey was thankful Alex wasn't around to see her walking determinedly to the door, carrying her backpack and violin case, only to turn right back around when she saw the sky blue pants with clouds on them. After a quick change and a splash of cold water from the sink brought her back to herself, clearing her head of the emotions, she was ready to go. She needed to leave the baggage at home. It was time for music.
The day had gone by at a crawl, but alarmingly quickly at the same time. She didn't know how it did that, or so she told herself. She wasn't very willing to admit to the feeling of excitement mixed with dread as she had gone home to change. She pointedly ignored those feelings, even as she stood staring into her still-half-packed closet, determined not to think of this as a date. It most certainly was not.
She even picked up her phone to cancel on him, to leave him with a text message that said "Something came up, sorry". Until she realized she didn't have his phone number. And for some reason, for some stupid reason, she couldn't stand to leave him sitting there wondering where she was.
She ignored the mixed emotions as she picked out her favorite outfit- for comfort, not for him- of a black ruffled skirt over black lace tights, and a rose colored sleeveless top with a heart shape cut out between her shoulder blades. Flat black ankle boots made it look more casual, as did the jean jacket she had altered in high school with black lace accents. Her makeup was nothing special, nothing more than the usual eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and concealer. Her hair stayed the way it had been all day- slightly messy waves. If she tried to brush it, it would only turn into a frizzy mess.
She spent the whole drive to Mary's Diner singing angry songs- Alice Cooper's Why Trust You, Michael Buble's It's A Beautiful Day, even that embarrassing guilty pleasure song of hers Someone That You Used To Know. But the singing hadn't helped (even though she totally rocked Cooper's song) and she couldn't ignore the mixed emotions anymore. She sat in the car until 7:07, debating if she should go in or not, but knowing she would.
Finally, when she couldn't come up with another reason to sit staring at her dashboard, she got out of the car and walked into the familiar diner that smelled like so many good memories. And waffles.
For a moment, she thought he had ditched her or walked out because she came in late. She didn't see him at first, and a tiny panic started to set in until she saw him sitting in a booth in the back. Squaring her shoulders, Cailey did her best to look confident and casual as she went to join him.
"Sorry I'm a little late. Traffic. I didn't have your number, so I couldn't text you."
After he left, she closed the door and leaned back against it. She gave in and ground her teeth a little. Why in the world had she just agreed to that! She didn't want to look at him, much less talk to him! This was a mess. Annoyed, she snatched up the sheet music she had been working on to take to campus. She needed the music rooms. She nearly left the apartment wearing pajamas in her flustered state.
Cailey was thankful Alex wasn't around to see her walking determinedly to the door, carrying her backpack and violin case, only to turn right back around when she saw the sky blue pants with clouds on them. After a quick change and a splash of cold water from the sink brought her back to herself, clearing her head of the emotions, she was ready to go. She needed to leave the baggage at home. It was time for music.
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The day had gone by at a crawl, but alarmingly quickly at the same time. She didn't know how it did that, or so she told herself. She wasn't very willing to admit to the feeling of excitement mixed with dread as she had gone home to change. She pointedly ignored those feelings, even as she stood staring into her still-half-packed closet, determined not to think of this as a date. It most certainly was not.
She even picked up her phone to cancel on him, to leave him with a text message that said "Something came up, sorry". Until she realized she didn't have his phone number. And for some reason, for some stupid reason, she couldn't stand to leave him sitting there wondering where she was.
She ignored the mixed emotions as she picked out her favorite outfit- for comfort, not for him- of a black ruffled skirt over black lace tights, and a rose colored sleeveless top with a heart shape cut out between her shoulder blades. Flat black ankle boots made it look more casual, as did the jean jacket she had altered in high school with black lace accents. Her makeup was nothing special, nothing more than the usual eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and concealer. Her hair stayed the way it had been all day- slightly messy waves. If she tried to brush it, it would only turn into a frizzy mess.
She spent the whole drive to Mary's Diner singing angry songs- Alice Cooper's Why Trust You, Michael Buble's It's A Beautiful Day, even that embarrassing guilty pleasure song of hers Someone That You Used To Know. But the singing hadn't helped (even though she totally rocked Cooper's song) and she couldn't ignore the mixed emotions anymore. She sat in the car until 7:07, debating if she should go in or not, but knowing she would.
Finally, when she couldn't come up with another reason to sit staring at her dashboard, she got out of the car and walked into the familiar diner that smelled like so many good memories. And waffles.
For a moment, she thought he had ditched her or walked out because she came in late. She didn't see him at first, and a tiny panic started to set in until she saw him sitting in a booth in the back. Squaring her shoulders, Cailey did her best to look confident and casual as she went to join him.
"Sorry I'm a little late. Traffic. I didn't have your number, so I couldn't text you."
Hazel suppressed a groan of disdain. She already didn't like the basement. Oh well. It was the least she could do.
"Whoever goes into the kitchen should explore the drawers. I'm pretty sure I found a junk drawer in there, maybe on the island. Every kitchen has one. I bet we'll find matches or lighters or something."
Hazel turned and started toward the basement. Oh, this wasn't fair, going down there alone. With the hallway that connects to the outside... She clenched her fists and pulled the door open. They needed things down there. She tapped her phone light to life and started down the stairs, moving slowly.
The basement was somehow creepier than it was before. All at once, she hurried down the last couple stairs and over to a shelf that looked promising. Every few seconds Hazel looked over her shoulder at the hallway Terrance had come down earlier.
"Whoever goes into the kitchen should explore the drawers. I'm pretty sure I found a junk drawer in there, maybe on the island. Every kitchen has one. I bet we'll find matches or lighters or something."
Hazel turned and started toward the basement. Oh, this wasn't fair, going down there alone. With the hallway that connects to the outside... She clenched her fists and pulled the door open. They needed things down there. She tapped her phone light to life and started down the stairs, moving slowly.
The basement was somehow creepier than it was before. All at once, she hurried down the last couple stairs and over to a shelf that looked promising. Every few seconds Hazel looked over her shoulder at the hallway Terrance had come down earlier.
Hazel was shocked as she was handed the pendant. She fingered the pendant she was already wearing, the Iroquois Tree of Peace. The turquoise beads were meant for safety in travel, good health, and- most importantly in this situation- long life. She hoped it would work. She wanted to know if it would keep only her safe, or everyone around her safe. She stopped herself from asking, worried the answer might lead to bigger problems between them down the line. She was the outsider in this group, and if they were willing to let Paulie go, she didn't think they would have any issue trying to pry any thought of protection away from her.
"Well, I mean, we haven't heard him screaming outside, so that's a good sign he's not hurt yet. Maybe he'll get back to the house?" A second later, what Amos said sunk in.
"Hold on. You said upwind. You mean outside? We're more likely to be safe inside, aren't we?"
"Well, I mean, we haven't heard him screaming outside, so that's a good sign he's not hurt yet. Maybe he'll get back to the house?" A second later, what Amos said sunk in.
"Hold on. You said upwind. You mean outside? We're more likely to be safe inside, aren't we?"
"How do we protect ourselves?" Hazel demanded, turning to face Amos. "You haven't told us yet. We have to know."
This whole thing was so messed up. Hazel was beginning to think she was in a dream. Was it normal for your hands and feet to get so cold when you were facing a flesh eating monster? She wasn't sure. "There are so many of us, we should be able to keep each other safe. Safety in numbers and everything." She walked past Amos to her boots by the door. If it was going to be this cold and getting colder all night, she wanted them on. Especially if anything might force her outside.
"And I suggest we all get bundled up in what we can. I'll have to go upstairs to get my stuff."
This whole thing was so messed up. Hazel was beginning to think she was in a dream. Was it normal for your hands and feet to get so cold when you were facing a flesh eating monster? She wasn't sure. "There are so many of us, we should be able to keep each other safe. Safety in numbers and everything." She walked past Amos to her boots by the door. If it was going to be this cold and getting colder all night, she wanted them on. Especially if anything might force her outside.
"And I suggest we all get bundled up in what we can. I'll have to go upstairs to get my stuff."
Hazel put her head between her knees and her hands on the back of her head. It was what she had been taught to do when she was nauseated as a child. That image definitely made her feel nauseated. She listened quietly, focusing on her breathing.
"Are you the only person who hunts it then? No one else believes in it?" It didn't seem like a question that really needed answering. She couldn't really believe it herself.
Hazel looked to Mark and on to Terrance.
"I think we need to try to get Paulie out of the closet again. It's going to be hard to explain all of this over." She stood up. I can try to help bring him out? Or maybe Abby?" Hazel felt weird suggesting it, but Abby was the only thing that anyone indicated Paulie liked. It was worth a shot, maybe?
"Are you the only person who hunts it then? No one else believes in it?" It didn't seem like a question that really needed answering. She couldn't really believe it herself.
Hazel looked to Mark and on to Terrance.
"I think we need to try to get Paulie out of the closet again. It's going to be hard to explain all of this over." She stood up. I can try to help bring him out? Or maybe Abby?" Hazel felt weird suggesting it, but Abby was the only thing that anyone indicated Paulie liked. It was worth a shot, maybe?
Hazel narrowed her eyes at the man. She didn't trust him. but she couldn't put her finger on why. Lots of possibilities were running through her mind, each one more far fetched than the last.
But this whole thing was pretty far fetched. Like something out of a horror movie.
"So what is it you've done to avoid getting eaten by the Tartok? I think that would be important information to share with us if you intend to help us get through the night. I'd also like some kind of assurance that you're not possessed by it and just trying to trick us. I mean, let's be honest, the only threat we've really seen so far if the guy with the gun forcing his way into the house."
But this whole thing was pretty far fetched. Like something out of a horror movie.
"So what is it you've done to avoid getting eaten by the Tartok? I think that would be important information to share with us if you intend to help us get through the night. I'd also like some kind of assurance that you're not possessed by it and just trying to trick us. I mean, let's be honest, the only threat we've really seen so far if the guy with the gun forcing his way into the house."
Hazel was hit with a mess of mixed emotions.
One side of her, with her cultural heritage that included honoring the dead and the spirits in the land, held sympathy. So did the side that found value in native cultures and beliefs through history, their legends and mythology. Another side felt anger, thinking this man was in some way making a mockery of that culture. Another side felt just nervous enough about the man with the gun to want to go along with it, whether he was telling the truth or not. If he was telling the truth, well... that would be really horrible. And if he wasn't, he was unstable and likely to shoot. Neither of those options sounded good to her.
"Alright, so we stay inside, stay together, and do what? Call the police? If what you're saying is true, it would just possess them. We can't very well mask our scents entirely. And why hasn't this thing come out here before?" Hazel looked to Mark. "Has your family ever had problems like this before? I can't imagine this is the first time you've ever stayed out here."
One side of her, with her cultural heritage that included honoring the dead and the spirits in the land, held sympathy. So did the side that found value in native cultures and beliefs through history, their legends and mythology. Another side felt anger, thinking this man was in some way making a mockery of that culture. Another side felt just nervous enough about the man with the gun to want to go along with it, whether he was telling the truth or not. If he was telling the truth, well... that would be really horrible. And if he wasn't, he was unstable and likely to shoot. Neither of those options sounded good to her.
"Alright, so we stay inside, stay together, and do what? Call the police? If what you're saying is true, it would just possess them. We can't very well mask our scents entirely. And why hasn't this thing come out here before?" Hazel looked to Mark. "Has your family ever had problems like this before? I can't imagine this is the first time you've ever stayed out here."
Hazel didn't see any way out of doing what the man said. She glared at him, but moved to take a seat on the chair nearest to her. She wanted to say so many things.
If you only need to talk, then you don't need the gun.
Why'd you kill the generator?
Just shoot us already and get it over with.
All of those options, plus some of the other half formed thoughts whirling around in her head would have only caused aggravation. She didn't want to die, didn't want anyone else to get shot. She still hoped, really hoped, that this was some awful prank meant to scare everyone that Mark had put together beforehand. She didn't think it was, though, not after looking at Mark's face.
If you only need to talk, then you don't need the gun.
Why'd you kill the generator?
Just shoot us already and get it over with.
All of those options, plus some of the other half formed thoughts whirling around in her head would have only caused aggravation. She didn't want to die, didn't want anyone else to get shot. She still hoped, really hoped, that this was some awful prank meant to scare everyone that Mark had put together beforehand. She didn't think it was, though, not after looking at Mark's face.
Hazel looked down at her phone, trying to see what her reception was like in the dim light.
When the pounding started, she bit down on her lip, trying not to shriek. She didn't know why, it wasn't as if whoever it was didn't already know they were in there. The frustrating part was that it didn't matter if they looked out the window. It was too dark to see who it was.
"Where is the closest neighbor?"
When the pounding started, she bit down on her lip, trying not to shriek. She didn't know why, it wasn't as if whoever it was didn't already know they were in there. The frustrating part was that it didn't matter if they looked out the window. It was too dark to see who it was.
"Where is the closest neighbor?"
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