Wednesday, February 14, 2007

The Beast Of Berwyn, Page 45

the continuing saga of ...

"No, I have never met her," you insist. "Tonight was the first time I saw her."

Bubs tsks. He sits for a spell.

"Okay," Bubs says, "you can go."

"Can I get a ride home?" you ask. "I don't have a car."

"Alright, Mr. Fancypants Blogger."

The squad car drops you off at your house. It is still in the wee hours of the morning.

You reach for the knob of your front door. It's open! You peek inside. In the dim light you make out enormous shoes sticking straight up on the floor.

Another clown cop! Dead!

Suddenly a tentacle wraps around your neck. You feel a painful sting, and immediately begin to feel the inception of paralysis overtake you.

"Not like this," you whisper. ""


There are many paths to adventure in this story. Try again and you may have more luck next time!

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