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Monday, November 2, 2009

Number Five

Although you've always loved chocolate chip cookies, you decide it would go against everything your new diet stood for if you ate one.  And who knew exactly where they had been anyway?  This was a rotting house you are in after all.  You decide to pass on the cookies and decide to try finding a way out of the house.  Since there was no way the possessed door was 
going to let you back outside, and unless you want to fall ten or so feet to your doom, the upstairs wasn't an option.  You decide to play it safe and stick to the main level.  You leave the lab, deciding that there was nothing of value in there anyway, and make your way towards the back of the house.  Before you get there though, something big and hairy blocks your path.  You try to run back to the lab, but the thing wraps it's hairy arms around you.  You have two choices.  You can try to fight back, or, you can play dead and hope it leaves you alone.

To fight back, turn to the blog entry titled "Number Eight"
To play dead turn to the blog entry titled "Number Nine"



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