***AUTHORESS NOTES***

This is product of Torch's 3 o'clock AM updating spree!

I haven't gotten to bed before 3 in days...

Here's part 2!

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NIGHTMARE HOUSE

BY TORCHICK

CHAPTER 2: MORE BRIGHT LIGHTS AND POLKA MUSIC


     "I'm never taking an RTD again!" wailed Cloyster. "Never, never,
never!"

     "I'm never going to another TPT party," muttered Twisted Alyx.
"Stupid Jolt always gives them at the worst possible times."

     An owl flew through the air and dropped a letter on TA's lap.
"You're invited to a party," she read aloud. "Jolt's house, right now?
See, I told you so!" said the authoress triumphantly.

     "How about we concentrate on getting out of here alive and finding
our friends?" Brendan asked. "I miss May..."

     All of the sudden, the radio came on again and this time it wasn't
"Feel Good Inc" or even that rocking new Gwen Stefani song "Cool". It
was loud, obnoxious polka music!

    The author/authoresses/characters winced and shut their eyes tightly
while holding their hands over their ears to block out the horrible
sound of badly mixed tunes and accordions. They didn't notice the bright
light that came, but they did notice when the music faded and when they
opened their eyes, Cloyster was gone.

     "Another one bites the dust," muttered Misty.

     "This place has really bad lighting. They must've not have paid
their bill on time," Gary informed them. The six looked at him like he
was an idiot, which there was no denying.

     They walked around the place with slow steps, listening for the
sound of threats of a lawsuit (more than likely, Torchick), sobs and
whimpers (Cloyster or May) or just plain yelling (Soccerpixie or
Finaille). they didn't hear any of the sort. Well, they did hear
whimpering, but it was just Brendan.

     Then, amazingly, they heard the clucking of a chicken. Why would
they keep a chicken in this place? One word: Gary.

     "Chicken!" screamed the dense, spiky haired boy. He ran off to
follow the squawks, but alas, a bright light came and went, leaving no
trace of him.

     Misty put her ear to a nearby door. "Hey, it's that new Gwen
Stefani song!" she exclaimed and she opened it up before the others had
time to protest.

     Inside were their friends, being maneuvered by the worst method of
torture possible...