The ghosts had come back during the night. Even now they were lurking, trying all they could to obliterate him. It wasn’t like him though to feel as powerless. He’d woken up, drenched in a cold sweat. He had felt petrified, unable to move, vaguely realising that he was dreaming and yet, incapable of moving a muscle, ... · ID #4271 (continued)
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November 29, 2007 at 11:55 am #489

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Eh, Leonora, what a stroke of ‘luck’! Beattie was chortling gleefully.

I know! And right next to the entrance too, cool creating, Bea!

They clinked their glasses together in celebration.

I can’t believe we created DSL Internet cover as well! Heheheh… Too f’kin’ cool, Beattie!

And a lemon tree right outside on the patio, how perfect is that! Let’s have another G&T, eh?

Wouldn’t say no, Leo, replied Beattie.

WHOA! woohoo, did you see the lights flash?

The ghosts had come back during the night. Even now they were lurking, trying all they could to obliterate him. It wasn’t like him though to feel as powerless. He’d woken up, drenched in a cold sweat. He had felt petrified, unable to move, vaguely realising that he was dreaming and yet, incapable of moving a muscle, ... · ID #4271 (continued)
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