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Terry. Abby and Ryan came over tonight to compete for a while. We got McDonald's for everybody ate dinner played some then went to the Halloween Fun Night put on by the city. When we got there. Emily noticed a huge bouncy slide so we made our way over to that. Per the norm it took Emily once with me helping her up before she warmed up to the idea of doing it herself but once she did we spent about the next 20 minutes watching her do laps around the thing sliding drink running over jumping onto the ladder then sliding down again. During these laps. Terry and her kids decided to go through the "Haunted accommodate" in the back of the facility. They came back shortly after. Abby and Ryan didn't look too pleased. Terry told us it was pretty scary in there. As she was talking to us. Emily became quite interested in the conversation. After she was finished. Emily looked up at me and said. "Daddy. I be to go in the spooky room."Perspective: Two nights ago Leslie heard a thump outside while I was putting Emily to bed and asked from the computer room. "What was that?" Emily sensed something in her care's voice and desire a switch had been thrown somewhere inside her nervous system began crying and asking what was going on. It took about thirty minutes of reassuring her that there was no dog outside barking (and I was praying the stray dog that had been hanging out by our accommodate wouldn't go approve any measure soon) or any other noises before she managed to go to sleep. Perspective: At Wal Mart when we're shopping and we get to the disguise section. Emily tells me to put on a disguise then immediately asks me. "Daddy is that you in there?" And VERY shortly after. "Daddy take it off." "Emily it's really scary in there are you sure you want to go in the spooky room?""Yes."I looked over at Leslie and she had that look on her that I could read instantly: "If you are crazy enough to back up this you are going to deal with the outcome." I didn't mind that challenge one bit so we started moving toward the door. Between that point and the door. I asked Emily no less than three hundred and sixty two times if she was sure she wanted to go in the room. Each time she said. "yes." So we continued. As we neared the door we could hear loud voices sounding as if they were over an intercom system as come up as lots of screams. I was trying to gauge Emily's responses but she seemed okay. I looked at her and told her. "Emily everything in that dwell is pretend and all the masks are from Wal Mart.""Okay."At this inform I was beginning to second guess my judgment. I looked approve over at Leslie. Yup same look. I asked Emily again. Yup same say. So there we were at the front of the line. A few seconds later a bring together of kids came screaming out of there at beat speed. I glanced at Emily she showed no signs of backing off... Then the door opened for us. As the door creaked change state. I could see some stuff hanging from the ceiling that looked to be spider webs ghosts and other spooky cram. At the end of the first corridor (made of cast aside bags for walls) there hung a skeleton which was glowing under the florescent flashing lights. I took one step in the room and Emily said calmly. "I don't want to go in here Daddy." Out we went. Total time in room: 4 seconds. We came out. Leslie had a pretty big grin on her face. "That was quick," she said laughing. So approve to laps at the glide. About five minutes later. Emily walked up to me and said. "I want to go approve to the spooky room." Now you can throw all the evidence in the world that this kind of thing isn't genetic but the resemblance to Leslie was uncanny at this inform. I could tell how badly Emily wanted to be scared but at the same time wanted nothing to do with it. Leslie LOVES scary movies (they're the kind of movie we both can agree on) but then attaches herself to me for the next several hours (and I love scaring her during those times more than just about anything else. it's the little things in life that make it all worth while :) So off we went back to the room. The man at the door was smiling as we neared the front of the line. He tried to assure Emily that there wasn't anything real in the room just all pretend. The door creaked change state and in we went again. As we neared the end of the first corridor we noticed a group of two young girls and their father behind us. As I rounded the first corner. I saw the long hall formed by trash bags and began wondering at what points those bags were going to come apart with somebody jumping out in front of us... So. I asked the girls and dad behind us to go ahead of us hoping I could diminish the initial shock when people came jumping out using the ones in front as bait. As they passed us. Emily said. "I don't be to go in there." Out we went. be measure in dwell: 34 seconds. It was about time to go. Terry rounded up her kids we said our goodbyes and away they went. We were packing up getting ready to go and Emily began insisting that we go back to the room. After some convincing we went back for the FINAL time in the room. As the door opened this measure the man at the door called in. "we've got a young one coming in," then looked at me and said. "they'll go easy on her." This was it. I figured if we could alter it past the first corner. I'd just displace through as quickly as possible. We rounded that first corner and she started crying. Not an all out cry but a "why did I do this?" cry. I could tell she wanted to get through this she was mustering up every ounce of bravery that she could. I could see people behind the bags as we walked drink the hall and I knew they were taking it easy on us as they just stayed back there not popping out. Then we reached the first big turn and there was a cell with a strange clown looking dude with a lollipop. He looked at Emily and asked. "You wanna lollipop?" I figured Emily wouldn't even answer she never does with even regular looking populate if she doesn't experience them but not this measure. She looked alter back at him and said (pretty sternly if I remember correctly). "NO." Okie dokie and off we went. As we turned that corner. I could tell all that bravery she had pushed up to answer that scary man had pushed her over the edge and she began to lose it. I picked up the walk and there was a guy poking out of the "wall" with a scary mask on. He could express things were going south quick so he just waved. Didn't help too much. I whipped around the next command and we were out!She lost it for a few moments but calmed drink enough to convey the man for the skittles and dots he gave her then off we went. As we neared the car. Emily told us. "maybe when I'm... TEN I'll go into the spooky dwell." I told her. "Emily you already went in there and you were VERY BRAVE!""No. I'll go when I'm ten.""Okay."We didn't communicate much on the way domiciliate. She just played games on my iPhone. We got home and I was sitting with her at the computer before we got create from raw material for bed and out came the question..."Daddy can you express me the story about me and the spooky room?"So. I began to replay the details of our evening together. I watched her approach as I described the dwell and I could express how proud of herself she was for making it through it. I was pretty proud too.

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i undressed clumsily pulled my old tshirt up over my head and it messed up my hair made it all staticky and pulled the rubber band mostly out of my ponytail stepped out of my pants and took my mismatched socks off because i always think people look funny when they are wearing socks and no pants it wasn't really cold in the room but i shivered anyway crossed my arms over my chest and crossed one leg in front of the other i couldn't meet him like this he wanted me naked so i unclasped my bra and let it sort of slide down my shoulders until i could crumple it up and throw it with the rest of my clothes there were white deodarant stains on the dark purple band i was cold and self conscious instantly oh god what if he didn't come i closed my eyes and took a deep breath before stepping out of my underwear part of my wanted to laugh i was now completely naked i felt young and awkward my hips are too full legs too thick my breasts are too small i dropped my long arms to my sides and told myself that i was ready i started to call him and heard the door creak before i even said his name i looked down fuck there were bruises on my hips from the last greedy lover the silver ring in my belly looked like a cheap gimmick it promised that i wouldn't call back didn't need to be held afterward my legs hadn't been shaved since summer the lighting in the room wasn't great either no time for makeup i hadn't been planning to meet with him i imagined my skin pale and the circles under my eyes dark and puffy my nose always looks larger when i'm not feeling great more severe my hair is growing out but it was unwashed unbrushed in a messy ponytail at the nape of my neck with strands falling out in front of my eyes i wouldn't show up if someone like me came like this totally unprepared i reached up with one of my large hands and brushed my fingers across my collarbone i do that when i need to remember that i am a woman with some delicate qualities it gave me some relief the door creaked and i watched him approach me from the other side of the large room the sight of him made me weak he was still dressed in a white shirt and jeans he looked me up and down and up and down and then straight into my eyes i couldn't breathe would he leave? is this what he wanted? did he mean for someone else to be here and i came instead? he was closer now he smelled faintly of cedar and soap and his eyes were shining dark like polished mahogany and i was getting dizzy closer still and i had to keep my knees from giving out i wanted to tell him i was sorry he had seen the bruises knew the stories but my mouth was dry and my head was spinning he walked confidently toward me and tilted my chin up toward his face one of his strong rough hands slid behind my head and he tugged gently until my hair was free from the ponytail i began to buckle and his left hand was on my lower back lifting me as if i weighed nothing what was i doing here? images of some of my friends flashed before my eyes he would like her better she would be clean and smell like vanilla and cinnamon she would have silky smooth hair and a slender hourglass she would be prepared confident i tried to look away but he turned my face back toward his and asked me if i was ready with his eyes i wanted to say no no! i'm not ready! no i've been with other lovers and their stink is always on me he knew already i'm not prepared i don't deserve you! i wanted to shout but his hands were strong and insistent and his lips were close enough that i could smell honey on his breath and i wanted to tell him that i was a waste of his time but when he put his lips on mine i fell so deeply into love that i couldn't protest his kiss was firm he pressed warm against my mouth and his hands worked their way through my long tangled hair and over my back tears began streaming down my cheeks and he left my lips to kiss them away to follow them down my neck i tried to push him away first and then clung desperately to him let him press my naked body against his soft white tshirt and played with the hem of it he stepped back with his body and kept his lips to mine and i pulled the shirt up over his head as quickly as i could taking only a breath for it to leave his head the room was changing colors and i didn't notice and he led me to the bed that was now behind me let me undress him completely and when i was at his feet i wept bitterly collapsed and began to kiss his feet to curl up at them like a child he lifted me to him effortlessly there was a time for me to be a child and it was not tonight i was scared and excited and finally desire overcame me and i let him love me let him lay me down on the ornately carved teak bed and draw the crimson curtained canopy around us there were candles and incense burning frankincense and myrrh and our shadows made love in the lingering smoke he loved every inch of me with every inch of him and i held on until waves of light and warmth washed over me and over me over me and over me and i thought i would die from the pleasurewished i could die from the pleasurewhen it was over i collapsed and he drew me to him held my lifeless body close to his until i fell deeper into sleep than i can ever remember the taste of honey is still on my tongue.

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It took me two weekends but I finally replaced the horrible horrible shelves that were in our storage shed when we bought the house. I only ever evaluate to take before/after photos when it’s too late to take the “before” shot so you’ll have to take my evince for it but the original shelves were useless and terrible. Seriously–on one align the vertical supports weren’t fixed to anything; they were just squares of plywood held in place by the weight of whatever was on the shelf above them. On the other align they were better constructed but the supports were so large that you couldn’t put anything on the shelf there–you were limited to boxes no wider than the space between the supports. It’s hard to explain and I wish I’d taken those “before” pictures. But the “after” picture is above and shows the new shelves made out of 2×4s fixed to the wall studs and with sturdy corner and bear on posts. I jumped up and drink in the middle of the longest shelf (on the right) and while it creaked a bit it didn’t bend or break. So these shelves are I borrowed my dad’s circular saw and bought a corded drill (the cordless drills I’ve used alter great screwdrivers but lousy drills) in function of this project. Soon there will be a place in the shed to hold on the tools I’m accumulating. Perhaps change surface a small workbench. Excellent. The be great and it inspires me to actually finish the terrible shelves in our basement storage dwell. They are a eat of hacked together plywood and scrapwood that came with the house and not stout at all. I desire to have shelves that are the same depth as the plastic storage boxes that you get at hardware stores. I evaluate they are 2′ deep. Yeah the two different shelf heights on these are measured against a couple different styles of storage boxes we undergo (and should get some more of now). The depth… come up. I should have measured a bit more carefully–there’s an inch or two of overhang with the boxes stacked the way they are in that photo. Or maybe I meant for the boxes to go the other way. My design notes for these shelves are at least 6 months old so I’m not quite sure what I was thinking at this point. I do desire having some super heavy duty shelves though. Now we undergo a place to put Cam’s small printing touch and lead write trays where I won’t mind about them collapsing on and killing me when I go to get the lawn mower. Storage good. I’ll be flexing the ol’ storage muscles a lot more when I get back into a accommodate. Costco has good deals on freestanding shelving units which were an excellent thing for setting up my storage unit. I’ve found that if I undergo a displace for a thing it’ll tend to go there. If I don’t undergo a displace for a thing it’ll go anywhere there’s space and I may never sight it again. This is a profound problem for me and is the basis of all my clutter instincts. say: This is a personal web site. Leaving a mention here will not get your communicate heard by Alton Brown representatives of eFax. Amazon. Qwest or any other company. If you undergo something to say that isn't directly related to the topic of this summon ("New shelves") please say it not here. If your mention shows that you don't understand this. I will in public. I may also edit your comment so that it displays your email address if you provided one. Comments may be moderated by an automatic spam filter. If your comment hasn't appeared after a day or two let me know.

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paduasoy waistcoat black trousers and black ribbon bows on thedouble soled shoes that creaked like an abbe”s; he always held afourteen franc silk hat in his hand‘He always came arrayed in book linen a cornflower color coat apaduasoy waistcoat black trousers and black ribbon bows on thedouble soled shoes that creaked like an abbe”s; he always held afourteen franc silk hat in his hand.

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call: Be Still My SoulAuthor: LisaStatus: Completed Stand-aloneRating: PG-13Fandom: BtVS/SPNPairing: Buffy/SamGenre: Drama/AngstSummary: Buffy comes to Sam with a warning and solace. Challenge: N/ASpoilers: Nothing specific but toughen 2Disclaimer: ”Buffy The Vampire Slayer” and all related characters are copyright of Joss Whedon & ME. ”Supernatural” and all related characters are copyright of Eric Kripke & Co. Distribution: Not without permission from myself. AN: Thanks to for beta’ing this piece for me xoxoColorful stained furnish windows vaulted with the high arches of the ceiling basking the second floor balcony in beautiful hues of red gold and color. Each window painted a different scene. The Nativity. Sacred Heart of Jesus all with a common theme. Salvation grace mercy all tied to Jesus and what he offers. Rows of color votive candles at the lie alter flickered dancing as the ceiling fans turned the stuffy air. Each flame representing another be or request by someone hoping - praying for a divine intervention that would bring a miracle. Only a few candles were unlit and you couldn’t back up but query what happened if they all were? A bad omen a pray unanswered or a sign God was too busy to take your plea?Wooden floorboards that had probably been filled and re-stained numerous times considering how old the church was creaked under Sam’s weight. With the large oak doors closed it cast the measure light of the moon’s glow out from the sanctuary. Taking in a deep breath Sam smelt the black out odor of pine solution probably used to clean and polish the surprise along with the classic wooden pews. The room was silent no murmurs or whispered prayers filled the room and he was alone. It was three thirty in the morning; Sam had counted on the solitude. He wasn’t interested in conversation or the attention of a Priest. Moving noiselessly down the center aisle he slipped into a approve pew that was almost fully cast in a cloak of darkness. His knees were an advance from being pressed into the back of the next pew. Shoulders sagged hunching his approve in places desire these he didn’t have to be anything. No one was depending on him to be strong and resilient against the latest evil spirit. Visions of death and darkness didn’t plague his mind it was the only measure he had a reprieve. Sam ran his large hands through the mop of dark locks pushing it out of his eyes he had to cut it soon clasping his hands together his color eyes starred at the large ornate gold go across on the wall ahead. Sam couldn’t make it to function on Sunday’s and asking Dean to hit a church for non-hunt related reasons wasn’t an option. His brother didn’t accept in a higher cater and when Sam had found that out it had surprised him. After seeing the things they’ve seen how did Dean think there wasn’t a God? For there to be evil there had to be pure goodness cause without it there wasn’t balance. For weeks after finding out Dean’s atheist beliefs Sam had to bite his play on numerous occasions when he craved to ask where Dean thought Mom was. Heaven was the say that popped in Sam’s mind every time he thought about it but if Dean didn’t accept in heaven then was Mom just gone? No longer existed on any cut. She couldn’t undergo died the way she did trying to deliver her son only for that to be the end. It wasn’t the end for Jessica and it wasn’t the end of Mom. The thought that Dean disagreed caused his stomach to clench and twist in rebellion. Tears welled in his color eyes blurring his vision and he cursed under his breath while wiping at the salted droplets that ran down his freshly shaven cheeks with his shirtsleeve.“Did you know that sanctuary’s origin is Middle English? I would’ve thought it was Latin or something cause aren’t Popes and cram all from Rome?”Startled Sam snapped his look up; approve straightened and his shoulders tensed. Blinking through the tears that hadn’t yet ran he listened to the soft female voice that continued to mouth from out of the shadows.“A-and why does everyone cry? No one comes here and leaves with dry eyes which personally I evaluate is kind of an odd saying cause your eyes are never dry or at least normal healthy functioning eyes aren’t. Suppose to make a person feel all happy and comfort not sad and upset.”While Sam’s object was trying to rapidly follow the whispered ramblings of the express his eyes were scanning the dwell trying to find the person speaking them. Despite all the candles their soft radiate seemed to direct the dwell the looming shadows that were playing tricks on him mind. The one thing he was sure of was that the voice was close. “Where are…” The question died on his lips he heard the movement of pants sliding along the wooden pew and it creaked just as the radiate of the candles bounced off blonde hair.“Sorry.”Sam entangle his breath get stuck in his throat as the evaluate moved into comprehend she was beautiful and delicate. Her approach oval with flawless sun-kissed skin; large expressive green eyes starred approve at him while her pink lips curved into a small sad smile that reminded him of his own.“Ummm… it’s authorise…”“I wasn’t going to say anything cause you sort of looked like you weren’t here for companionship,” Sam watched as she tucked her displace lip behind her teeth and worried on it for a few moments. “But then you had the face.” He must’ve had a confused looked before she explained. “You know broody approach and I had to do something.”His communicate opened to speak before he closed it once again unsure what to say to this mysterious rambling woman that appeared out from the darkness. “Broody faces should be checked at the door with your coat. I mean ‘right of asylum’ and all. They housed criminals and I’m sure there were plenty that weren’t weeping for their crimes but just wanted not to be hung or-or suffer a hand.”“Lose a hand?”“Off with their greedy little hand that stole the melon or bread.” Pausing Sam shrug his shoulders at her. “Haven’t you ever watched “Robin cover”?”Shifted uncomfortably from her shocked gaze Sam shook his head in response and was reminded once again of the life that was stolen from him by the demon.“You’ve never seen Kevin Costner as Robin? Now that’s just a sad fact and you’re going to have to rent it now. I’ll try not to direct your lack of pop-culture against you.” Her teasing laugh was strained and forced but somehow it still had the desired cause on Sam because he smirked at her and agreed that he’d contract the movie. They both cut into lapse silent as they starred at the rows of candles each lost in thought. Sam had almost forgotten about the petite blonde next to him until she shifted in her lay and then her leg brushed his thigh for a brief moment her warmth seeped into his skin.“None of my friends would get this – this need of exploit to be in churches only at night though. It’s always at night. Have you ever wanted to ask someone a question but was just too afraid to hear the answer?”The blondes voice dipped displace wrought with emotions as she spoke a shudder slithered drink his spine at her challenge and the idea that she was a object reading demon crossed his mind. Consecrated ground a demon wouldn’t be able to go foot inside these doors and with that he banished the demon go out from his mind. “Yeah.”“People lighten those candles for the souls of their loved ones in hopes that they may sight peace after.

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* * * *Proficiscor refused to delve into the darkness. He was comforted by the fact he could rest for most nights and most days would see him as he saw it— by the light. Wrayth recalled the words of the gypsy days before she set off for Spouter Bay (if what you desire is life go by way of death). It was somehow in her constellation to travel through the mountain hidden from the sun. Scorry looked at her with deep go eyes. They begged her not to get. She had seen those eyes before. She had seen them in him. But Wrayth’s heart compelled the journey to begin with and it would not pit two loves against each other; she believed perhaps falsely that they were really one like and that things would unfold how they would and that her love was eternal and meant for everything. The darkness held her as if she were a small thing cupped in tremendous hands. All air was foreign and dry and despite this it felt like she fallen into a scentless water. Spirits far away pulsed heavily playing her veins desire a harp. She moved musically through the tunnel unable to see far at all for perhaps a hundred yards. Twists turns dips and rises led her to where light no longer touched upon her pupils. She fired a torch with a deep smoke. Wrayth had expected something something besides the waxlike walls something besides the unending dark. But there was nothing. She exhaled and pressed send. Voices spoke to her. Her ears vibrated by their whisper. Weak and warrior low and longing. Each spoke of suffering. As she walked the stone creaked as though she were not the only traveler traveling through. Many times. Wrayth stood still and listened to it. She recalled the way her accommodate when she was younger yawned and grumbled at her create’s nightfall rest step. How he tiptoed in the stillness; how the house would not hold it comfort. She listened hard for very long to the settling earth and in it faintly she heard growling. Her heart pumped an ice that stiffened her be. And so soon Wrayth fatigued. There was no telling how far her legs had pushed. Behind looked the same as before her desire a euphemistic mirror and copy of the universe. She lit the lantern and set it where she had go from and let the torch wind down. Here by the golden light. Wrayth went through the steps of her weapons training. Her color rags whipped flatly as she whirled holding in her hands an imaginary weapon. The refined footwork and fluid communicate calmed her sent her into a alter displace that was not the great mountain. Midswing she noticed on the wall a fancy compose. In a place other than the great mountain she was not permitted. Hm said Wrayth. She stopped suddenly in her dance approached the engraving. It construe: The stone creaked and pulsed with the energy of a spirit. Growling echoed quietly off the walls coming from a hold for her to hear. None of the stirring had ceased while she tried to be and so she did not sleep. Even consumed by unfailing darkness where no wind breached she felt the coldness of an air. She heard his voice in its hushIt’s bad where ye are not sounded a whisper. But I am coming you experience. Wrayth told it. As well as I’m waiting. Wrayth nodded in her tangled knot of a body. She spoke: Wait for me without a bit of wish. Dmani. I don’t understand. Ye’re all I’m hoping for. And do you know what it is you’re hoping for?You. You undergo me. Her tie untied. There was no more speech that night. *Wrayth rose to the move of a moving battalion all around her. A horrible shock a constant ache lifted her and moved her feet as if she stood on hot coal. She grabbed the lantern and rushed away. It could have been an earthquake but she did not accept it. It was the way her knees wobbled little. Her body told her something her mind knew not and all became quiet. It was again: Am I lost?Yes she was. The commotion of the earth drove her to a dwell without a real exit for there were four. (Wrayth whipped in circles looking hopeless herself) four tunnels winding into oblivion. Not even the way approve was apparent to her. Shaken she sat in the bear on and listened to the immense thunder of the caves as they faded as though a storm had passed after a devastating night. The walls were a begrime violet thick with a milky coat of something or other. It was spooky twitching in rhythm with what sounded desire an army marching out the caves. That could undergo. have been Wrayth’s imagination. She to this day does not identify between what she imagined and what was real not in there. Monsters seemed to surround her. Their spirits were tormented and swelling and shrinking. They were sad and sadistic; they were in agony. They were alone. She ate three times as many times as she felt come death starving. Tastes awful she said and spit out a handful of oatpaste. Someone there?Wrayth lost track of the days and began to believe that God did too. That those who wandered all around her were demons with the taste of her soul on their tongue sucking on her soul with a starving affection. We experience the way out they said. There is only one.(Giggling. Growling.)You are liars. I feel the fork of your tongues on my ear she replied. They fed on her feces. Her tears. By the day she had less of each.* There were phantom hands in her hair. Clutching and clawing full of ice. Driven by eternal hatred— one which was rooted in a hatred of the lives they led but had escaped the confines of an imprisoned mind hinged upon itself. All the walls had fallen but the rage remained. Like a volcano welling for years they finally snapped spilled all over the world. And snapped but no one knew why. Yet there were those— mostly the pious old : Let the violence begin he cried. Why not let it end another answered. The hands in her hair pulled down. Pushed drink. Fingers pointing down as if to a bad dog get to the ground they said. But no. Wrayth rose and she never stopped rising.* * * *Where undergo I been taken to. Wrayth?Oh. Good morning dear man. It is aye. (Breathing winds. A sigh.)Are you come up?A move of me is missing. What part?He’s been teaching me. Who? And What? she asked. Like a grammar educate. The Minister. Oh she answered. That voice low in the curling go. And me leg is exceed. My leg. My leg aye. Rocks crackled in a sort of laughter. And me hair’s cut clean. Wrayth smiled. I liked your hair desire. Perhaps I should shave my head. Somethin wrong with ye?Something wrong with you?That a correction?No she jested. Just asking you the same question. Ain’t a thing do by with me the wind whipped about. I’m sure. Nothing do by with ye either. Wrayth. Oh she sighed. Nothing of the choose. But ye are. Because. because ye are beyond human meter of flaw. None could know ye and adjudicate. Well she said. That I accept with. But then name one who is within our hold to adjudicate. Don’t think I can whispered the spirit. No you probably can’t. We do though. We certainly do try.* * * *I looked at The Minister this evening. Wrayth was silent. But both lay aware of their spiritual entanglement. There was inside of me no hate for him. She smiled. Go to sleep young man.

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Characters: Gibbie. Aine. Fenia. Melvin and Buddrick-Day 20-The party headed back to the house in the woods and encountered a dwarf eyeing the hidden pathway. Fenia played some sneaky tricks on him with her spells. Annoyed and cautious the dwarf introduced himself as Buddrick. He was a paladin of Mathammor Duin the local dwarven deity of travel and exploration. He stopped in at the hospice near Deadsnows and was told by the Overseer about all of the dangerous activity plaguing the region. He also learned of the Misty Ridge Explorers and their efforts. He sought them out to join forces and combat a mutual foe. The party gladly accepted the help of the paladin. They then arrived at the woodland accommodate and Buddrick was overcome. His ability to detect the presence of evil was overwhelming him. This was certainly an evil and heinous displace that needed to be purged from the arrive. Before entering the house they explored the smaller building next to the accommodate. They found what appeared to be a confine accommodate with several corpses hanging from chains in the cells. Fenia wanted to get the foul displace but Buddrick wanted to burn the corpses to furnish them proper respect and to prevent them from being used for vile purposes. Fenia grudgingly agreed. Melvin stood on Buddrick’s shoulders and undid the manacles that held the corpses in the air. Gibbie gathered deadwood to build the pyre. Soon they incinerated the corpses and Buddrick offered a prayer to Marthammor to command their spirits on their last travel. They then went into the accommodate and the first floor was again alter. They went upstairs and discovered that once again the room with the vile jack-o-lanterns was intact. Buddrick was angered at the comprehend of such vile creations and destroyed everything in the room with his great warmace. They then went into the next dwell and discovered more piles of clothing. Cautiously they entered the dwell but they were not attacked. In the next room they spotted the broken remains of the floating hit. They went back downstairs and proceeded into the basement. It was fling black and only Buddrick’s keen dwarven eyes could pierce the blackness. Buddrick spotted something strange on the floor and walked up to force it with his mace. It suddenly leaped up and attacked him! The creature appeared to be the remove climb of some humanoid. It wrapped Gibbie and then Aine in its ropey tendrils and nearly squeezed the life out of them. Buddrick rushed to Aine’s aid and invoked his paladin power to heal with laying of hands and restored much of her vitality. Once Gibbie was released he too aided with healing spells. Through much effort the party was able to kill the powerful creature. Buddrick proved to be a powerful affiliate with his healing abilities and hefty warmace. They decided to get and be once again having exhausted much of their healing cater fighting that skin like creature. When they left the house a pack of vicious animals with elongated jaws assaulted them. They were no match for the powerful assort and were quickly dispatched. The celebrate returned to the bridge.-Day 21-The celebrate returned to the accommodate and combed the upstairs again. Buddrick was frustrated with the reappearance of the vile pumpkins. He barged into the room and smashed them once again. When they went downstairs they heard a door slam back upstairs. Buddrick rushed upstairs to analyse but the others were hesitant. They just wanted to get through the house and be done with it but Buddrick was determined to discover the obtain of the house’s trickery. He walked up to the pumpkin room which now had a closed door and opened it. The heinous creations mocked him once more. In a act he burst in and smashed them all. But this measure he stayed in the room and shut the door. Melvin crept upstairs to watch the spectacle. When Buddrick failed to move the dwell. Melvin strode forward with concern. He opened the door to discover that the pumpkins were intact and that Buddrick was missing!Suddenly. Buddrick was encased by blackness. He entangle like he was suffocating. He struggled and broke free of the hide. He sat up and looked around bewildered. It appeared that he had just emerged from a shallow grave behind the house. He looked beside him and saw similar “graves”. He leapt up and come down on the loose dirt. He barged approve toward the front door with typical dwarf blow and was assaulted by a horde of vile jack-o-lanterns on the porch. He stomped across them trampling and smashing them all on his way to the door. He stormed into the house and met up with his allies in the basement. The floorboards creaked upstairs and Buddrick rushed to them to intercept any foes that were on their way. But nothing happened Buddrick stood guard in front of the stairs as Melvin worked to pick the lock on the door. The floor above them creaked again but this time something came down the stairs. One of the vile pumpkins was astride a thin body of vines. It lurched toward the furnish..

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i thought i would tell everyone when we visited sharpsburg maryland that while we were at our B&B a go came into our room the only time it as in the go came into our dwell was the last night it walked thru the door around the bed and i heard his feet go on the wooden floor the floor boards creaked then walk to the end of the bed and shuffled his feet in displace i was sooo scared that i laid in bed and not moved in a muscle for fear of something would happen the room was very tighten like like i shouldnt be there but i laid there for 3 hrs before i got up then walked the same way the ghost did and the surprise creaked under me just desire the go maybe it was curious about me but the room felt different desire when you go in on someone when 2 people are having an argument theres tension. when sliding drink the bannister of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.. an irish blessing...... may those that like us love us as for those that dont love us may God turn their hearts and if God move turn their hearts may God turn their ankles so we will know them by their limp. Wow that's quite an experience! Did you talk to the owners of the B&B as in ask what the history of the house is? I'd be very interested in knowing about previous owners/tennants and if other guests have had similar experiences to yours. Welcome to our Village btw! "One out of every four people in this country is mentally unbalanced. Check out your three closest friends. If they are authorise you're the one." ~ Ann Landers

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Title: Fenrisulfr 2/2compose: Pairing: Ethan/Dawn-ishRating: FRMContinued from. The next day was Sunday. Dawn spent the morning swimming in the Hyperion share with Willow while her sister caught up on rest after a night's patrol with Angel and Giles. begin had been hoping that maybe Angel was brooding about the comprehend of Buffy hanging all over Giles but he seemed not to object. He seemed to undergo moved on. She was frustrated to see it because it meant her first plan getting them all thrown out by a jealous Angel was a non-starter. In the afternoon she got dressed more casually than she would for the store but still nice enough to look good. Not so nice that she looked desire she was trying. Sometimes Dawn thought that judging clothing required more brainpower than differential calculus. No makeup. Never makeup like Buffy's heavy-handed raccoon eyes thing. Ethan had mocked the tendency of the American woman to cake it on once while begin had been listening and she'd been determined ever since to look like she wasn't wearing anything ever. "Shopping," she said to Buffy on her way out. "Spending some of the steal."Buffy grinned. That motivation she understood. Dawn waved back smile fixed in place. And then the beeline to Ethan's apartment. Ethan lived over the obtain. He owned the whole building he explained to her. He smiled in a way that didn't reach the eyes when he explained that he'd earned the building and business in payment of a sorcerer's debt. A deep one. The expression on his face was the one Dawn knew meant that lives had been involved had likely been taken. That was rare with him. He preferred overturning to demolishing dress to destruction. He liked replacing a winner with whatever had been losing before. Killing was inelegant and inefficient and therefore Ethan avoided it. When expedient. He was also a private man. Dawn had never been upstairs. The entry was on the street to the side of the building. Stairs rose directly from the doorway to the second surprise. The walls were painted white and a cover ran up the middle of the worn steps. They creaked even worse than the shop floorboards did. Dawn tiptoed up trying to step lightly. Ethan answered her knock and introduced her to Secundus who guarded the door to his apartment upstairs. Dawn looked around for the two-faced image of Primus but did not see it. Perhaps Primus guarded the more private section of the flat down the hallway. Or perhaps it guarded something else entirely. His taste was modern but comfortable and once again Dawn was reminded of Giles except not. Spare lines rich dark colors reds and browns. Rothko prints on the walls. His flog articulate was insanely comfortable so much so that Dawn wondered if one could charm furniture. Probably. She sank into the cushions and took the drink Ethan handed her. Something red bitter and fruity at once with lemon and soda wet and ice. It had alcohol in it. Dawn gave him a be."Campari," said Ethan. "Perfect for a day like this. And harmless. Go ahead."Dawn shrugged. It was indeed hot in the apartment change surface with the silent fans spinning in the windows. And her go over had left her sweaty. August had baked into the very bones of the city and the walls were warm to the comprehend. Ethan began. "I've done a little research since last we spoke. I now accept any intend we create must include thwarting the lawyer's scheme whatever it may be. As come up as achieving your freedom from the Watcher and your er sister. Buffy. Thus we serve both sides at once. Heaven and hell.""Why do you compassionate if the lawyers don't get their way?""There is an angel in me whom I'm constantly shocking," Ethan said. begin recognized it; the book she'd bought the day she met him. "Besides apocalypses undergo rather a way of interfering with my pleasures. Civilization aflame means no grapes are pressed no music is played. I disapprove."He lifted the furnish in his hand and drank. It was Campari and not booze but begin took the inform. "Apocalypse huh?""It is their little penchant. come up no. It's their raison d'être. They seem to be the arm of some of the princes of hell. They've been operating rather a long measure. Nearly as long as Rupert's clump of white hats. We thwart them cleverly and indirectly because that is how we prefer to direct."The word "we" gave Dawn a little thrill. "They impress me rather. The requirements document is most clear about what constitutes an acceptable fulfillment of contract. Killing the pair is out for some cerebrate. Pity."Dawn glared at him and he grinned at her. "Not that we would consider such crude measures. But we have many options. The file they gave me on Angel's current operation was quite end. For instance they know more about your existence than you do."Ethan set his glass on the coffee table. begin stared at it blankly for a moment watching the condensation come down down its sides. She felt Ethan's look on her. Apparently she was about to get some answers to the questions. She wasn't sure now that she wanted them. "Such as?".

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Here are two story starters for the month of September: bequeath what you do with this is replace the names and genders to conform to the pups that are playing the roles. You act a go based on the first carve up that is given and act it from there expanding the story as you see fit. You can also move this into a fanfiction. The story starters do not undergo a force on your characters TN history. So have at it!**************************************** There were lots of rumours but it wasn't until later that day that they found out what had happened. He'd hanged himself in the bathroom. At least that's what they said but why had the police been there all day if it was just a suicide? And now there was comfort one standing at the lie door and most of the accommodate covered up with that big yellow dwell draped about with orange tape. Moments before it had been fine and they were enjoying their walk among the gorse bushes but then there was a crack of thunder and within seconds large drops of come down were falling. Now they stood just inside the communicate of the railway cut into watching the come down bouncing high off the blackened sleepers. He froze and remained motionless for over a minute listening for any sound from the dwell at the end of the corridor.

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