....Back at the domicile upon gobsmacked six, the confusion was beginning to take concrete shape, like when Jello Instant pudding firms up and sets into blissful viscosity from liquid milk mixed with powder. The keyboard on the new laptop I’d bought to facilitate easier communication with the other side, was popping like Orvil Redenbacker - and the instant message box of the desktop soon revealed that all the saints in Haintville were upset that Isabella was nowhere to be found and that she was not answering repeated calls to come to around for a late night snack. It was to be a restless night - what with the pacing of the floors by the church hat and the closing of doors and the creaking and cracking and restless bed tossing by the CO-OP cap: but I suppose that’s rightfully as is to be expected in any haunted house situation ...
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