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The Thing Beyond Taste

deja_vroom

13:32 / 26.02.03

*rules in the abstract*

"Oh, it is really so???", said Veronica - a handsome 38 year old nurse with dark, short hair, to her fiancée, Robert Ludlum, who, having invited her to spend the weekend in his uncle's manor, had just warned her that the place was haunted - ironically.

Ethan Hawke

13:53 / 26.02.03

"Yes, really," replied the debonair, peg-legged Ludlum, who was15 years her junior and a promising stock analyst specializing in bio-tech firms. He fixed her in his deep, soulful eyes. "It's haunted by the memories of my shattered past loves. And also ghosts. Maybe some demons, too. I'm not quite sure."

Eloi Tsabaoth

14:47 / 26.02.03

Withers, the creepy old family butler (That is, butler to the creepy old family) had been standing in the corner for three hours, coughing non-stop to get their attention, but they'd mistaken the noise for the house's rather poor plumbing. Eventually he got up the nerve to speak.
"Sir..."
"You're fired, Withers!"
"Thank you sir."
He then left the room.

deja_vroom

14:53 / 26.02.03

Reader, Ludlum apparently convinced Veronica, I think. For he hung up the phone he was speaking into and told his parents, cheerfully:
"Oh, man, this is gonna be some great weekend! I have it all planned! I also invited John St. Clair, my friend since kindergarten and accountant, Margareth McCoy, an old girlfriend, and Jerome Bouvillion, a 67 year old antiquarian who lectured to our class last summer!"

deja_vroom

10:08 / 27.02.03

*bump* (c'mon ye scurvy dogs, don't you see the *potential*??)

Whisky Priestess

14:21 / 27.02.03

Would you believe I wrote about half a page for this and whe I tried to post it, fucking barbelith ate it. ANGRY SMILEY!

Someone's got to sort out this bloody board - that's twice it's collapsed in the last week.

Ethan Hawke

14:31 / 27.02.03

**Maybe Barbelith the board should be the monster**

deja_vroom

18:04 / 27.02.03

Notepad is your friend, Whisky. Always remember that Notepad is your friend...

deja_vroom

18:22 / 27.02.03

Then someone knocked at their house's door. It was raininh outside, and the water drops tapped against the windows. It all looked kinda creepy.

Robert walked to the door. A smile formed upon his face as he recognized John and Jerome, who had come to sleep over, with plans to depart the next morning.

John had 27 years, was slim and tall. All dressed in black, the acountant had a face marked by a stern seriousness. Despite his age, his face, marked with lines and small spots under his eyes, looked older than he was. His lips were thin, more like a horizontal cut in his face, and there was a constant, almost imperceptible twitch that, once in a while, came to haunt his upper lip. He had piercing eyes, and seemed to be constant squinting, due to his poor sight. At his side, stood Jerome Bouvillion, who looked just like Ernest Borgnine.

Unravelling

02:21 / 04.03.03

But not the Earnest Borgnine we remember with such fondness from our youth... but a pale and haunted figure, barely 140 pounds in weight, with the bruised, dark eyes that speak of some terrible secret - eyes that darted around constantly, first at John, and then behind them, into a darkness so preternaturally thick that it seemed to envelop the cadaverous mansion like a black velvet shroud, that threatened to choke the very breath from their bodies.

deja_vroom

01:49 / 12.11.03

*bump* (read this yesterday, couldn't help it)

Veronica started to shake. She was shaking her body again after a few seconds had passed after she had stopped shaking, which happened five seconds after it had started, because by then her bold fiancée had already wrapped his warm arms around her shaking body and told her to stop fucking shaking, the reason being that this time she was receiving a message from a distant place in time:

Colonel Kadmon

23:02 / 19.11.03

"Snaqtu cllatkk huuarghh snittttaki!"

It echoed around whatever part of his brain was recieving it. He clasped his hands to his temples and fell to the floor, crying like a halfbreed girl. "Help me, Veronica!" he cried pathetically.

"Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise, "Whatever is the matter, Darling?", and ran to him. Before she reached hm, however, the words rang out again, but this time all could hear them:

"Snaqtu cllatkk huuarghh snittttaki!"

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

00:01 / 20.11.03

"Those- those words..." she gasped aloud. "They sound- inhuman... almost as if... something... beyond our world... it's almost like smething from another dimension were trying to break through to wreak a terrible havoc on our poor doomed Earth... I fear I may swoon..."
With which she collapsed, shaking, obviously, on the floor.

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