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Votes in, let's go.
Chapter 2 The frightened group of tourists ran down the hallway, fleeing for their lives from the presence in the other room. "Thank heavens that we're out of that mess!" exclaimed Afrobean. "I know," said DDRadicted. "I was really scared back there. I sure hope that whatever's ahead of us will be better." Finally, the group reached a door. Nervously, deltro turned the old-fashioned knob, and the door opened with a loud creak. The tourists stepped into the new room. It was the kitchen. Even though this room was also lit by candlelight, there seemed to be electricity in this room. There was a row of ovens along one wall, as well as several sinks next to a huge pile of dishes on the other side of the room. The ovens seemed to be working, because a deep rumbling could be heard from inside each one of them. "Better stay far away from those ovens," commented Tsuteto. "That's just a deathtrap waiting to happen." Agreed, the group tried to stay as far away as possible from the ovens, choosing instead to walk along the wall with the sinks and dishes. Tsuteto pointed ahead. "Hey! I see a door ahead! Maybe there's something in there." He ran ahead of everybody else to go look at the door, which was faintly visible. There was a sudden rattling and clinking sound that lasted only a split second. "What was that?" asked ddrruler. "I'm not sure," replied Gamepro, "but it sounded like it came from over there." He pointed towards the dishes. Everyone looked at the huge pile, which towered at least 4 feet over the counter. Tsuteto was running towards the door when he suddenly slipped and fell. The resounding thud shook the entire room, and the pile of dishes started to topple. "No!" Tsuteto screamed, as he was crushed under a pile of silverware, cutlery, and china. JurseyRider screamed. "Oh my god!" In the silence that followed, Chromer asked, "Why did he fall?" In response, Lupin pointed out a bottle of dishwashing soap sitting near the sink. It was tipped over, and liquid was pouring out of it. "But I noticed that earlier!" exclaimed M-A-C. "It was upright! It didn't just tip itself over... or did it?" "I strongly suspect that there are still spirits among us," said Afrobean. "I'm betting that those spirits made the bottle tip over and trip him. We should do another vote to try and find those spirits!" The vote was on. All right, guys, you have 48 hours again, until 6:00 P.M. PST on January 5th (Wednesday). 6 votes to instalynch. Wayfaerer and Tsuteto, you are each allowed one noninformative goodbye post. People still in the game: Gamepro17616 Lupin_the_3rd deltro300111 JurseyRider734 ddrruler M-A-C Afrobean Chromer kibbel DDRadicted |
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