I think we’ve lost a few people somewhere around the house. I go to the parlor to search for them.
Entering his 4th day of sitting in the dark, AQA is starting to look – and smell – like Tom Hanks in “Castaway.” He starts to wonder if there really is a murderer at all, or whether Simple Dreamer and Jimmy Chitwood were just the victims of unfortunate, freak accidents. If so, waiting for another murder is a little like waiting for lightning to strike the same place thrice. Therefore, I accuse Thor and/or Benjamin Franklin.
In other words, sitting in the dark with no food, water, or human contact hasn’t caused me to start talking to volleyballs yet . . . but that’s probably just because there aren’t any volleyballs nearby.
Wow, for a house with a maniac on a murderous rampage, it sure is quiet in here…
Blackeyes, finds himself in the billiards room. “Neat, pool!” he exclaims as he begins to play. But when grabbed some balls to play from that side ball-carrying thing on the table he pushes on a lever he didn’t know existed and the floor below him (and the billiards table) flips over really fast and finishes with another billiards table where the old one stood and Blackeye in another room, with the old billiards table on the ceiling.
Falling five feet, Blackeyes lands on his rump. “Argh, my ass-bones!” he shouts. He stands up and looks around. What a strange, eerie, and quiet room he finds himself in now…
. . . perhaps too quiet.
Thanks God my above post only sent in once. I must’ve hit refresh at least a dozen times.
Wandering the house with her carton of ice cream, Kat opens an unmarked door. It’s a normal-looking linen closet, except that there’s another door in the back wall. She opens that door, and there’s a strange, eerie, quiet room behind it. With Blackeyes standing in the middle of the room, rubbing his butt.
“Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” Kat closes both doors and then continues down the hall to what looks like a music room, with a piano and a floor harp and a drum set. “Cool.” She taps the cymbal with a fingernail.
Hot Buttered Toast looks around, and heads to the dark and gloomy library, where a killer might be lying in wait to, say, stab somebody to death. Or kill someone.
Cynical Dreamer heads out to the hot tub to try and relax a bit.
Are we dead yet?
Are we dead yet?
Are we dead yet?
Are we dead yet?
Are we dead yet?
Are we dead yet?
Are we dead yet?
Are we dead yet?
I’ll get in the hottub with Cynical Dreamer.
Maybe Simple Dreamer killed Jimmy then committed suicide. That is why there are no more killings.
You are half right.
The rest of you are wrong. ~smiles~
I apologize for the delay, your lovely hostess has fallen ill and for the past two days has done little more than sleep fitfully…perhaps the killer slipped something into my cherry coke…
(No, there was not a clue in that.)
~J
Hope you’re feeling better Jaade. So, is anyone gonna die anytime soon?
While sitting in the hot tub with Cynical Dreamer I notice that there is an electric space heater plugged in near the tub.
(jsut a bupm while waiting for someone to be bumped off)
“Hey, Zebra, our towels aren’t too close to that heater are they?” Cynical Dreamer questioned while wondering where everyone went to… including the killer.
C-Dreamer
No they are fine but I hope that doesn’t fall off that shelf and into the tub.
Is your swimsuit transparent or non-existant?
Does this champange taste funny to you?
I think the latest murder victem was this thread.
Jaade, hope you get to feeling better. Bump this when you’re back and feelin’ like a killin’
“Hey, what? Who was… huh?” said Blackeyes after the visitor came and went. He had no idea where she came from or what door that was. So he decided to feel around in the dark and found a small, dark tunnel that went someplace. So he went in and started to wander.
Whispering to Zebra,“I have a secret… I don’t see dead people.”
Well, I didn’t find any people in the parlor. Though I did find a whole bunch of embarrassing material that says more about our gracious host than I ever wanted to know.
Treacle! My word! And forks with the tea service! How uncouth! I’m shocked! And are these sugar packets?? I… I… I’m speechless!
In a daze, I wander out of the parlor and up the hall, paying no attention to my surroundings.
What? You were expecting something dirty?