Dear Blogreaders,
yesterday was the strangest day of my life! The things I have seen - and done - it was so strange...so horrible. And yet, wonderful. You remember that guy from the Psychology course? Paul? We had a date the day before yesterday. Some people already emailed me with questions regarding how it went. But sorry, especially to you, Toby43, but I was to tired, and, honestly, toO drunk to go online that night. I'll skip that part, maybe I'll write about it later, because I have to tell you what went down this night. Paul was throwing this big New-Years-Eve party and he invited me (of course, I may add with what little self-esteem I have), to help him organize - and stay overnight.
That's how it all started. I arrived in the midst of the party, because I was visiting my family before that. So when I went in the door, Paul rushed at me. I couldn't have anticipated what happened next, that this would turn into...
An interactive Party by Taleslinger
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Paul, his brown hair in a cute pony-tail, rushes at you, a huge bowl of eggnog in his hand. He told you yesterday that he prepared it carefully after some old family recipe. He looks at you in utter horror, squeaking: "Mice."
"Of me to drop by?"
"No, Mice. They were in the house yesterday, and now one is in my eggnog." His voice is but a whisper.
"Hm, throw it away?" you suggest carefully.
"No, Alex, everyone is waiting for it. Also, the noodles haven't arrived yet and the sandwiches are disappearing rapidly.So people need something to feed on."
Right at that moment, the head of a small mouse pokes out of the liquid. The little bugger looks around, then begins to swim around quite happily.
"Get rid of these foul vermin! Save my eggnog."
You both look down on the swimming mouse. "And please don't hurt the poor little creature." With that, Paul disappears into the living room, leaving the bowl in your hands.
A small hallway, brightly lit by a row of neon lights. Dark wooden stairs lead upwards, and a doorframe opens west into the Living Room. A small door under the stairs lead into a storage closet. (Referred to by Paul only as "The Potter Room".)
Your steps don't make any sound on the the thick, red carpet.
You can see a chest of drawers (closed) here.
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