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Haunted House, Friday Evening

The warehouse had looked creepy enough before, in its empty, derelict state. Now, it radiated with some unholy energy... but that could have been the enthusiastically painted cardboard that had been shoved up against the side, by the door. For extra effect, the door creaked open from time to time, then slammed back shut.

When it was shut, you could almost hear the creepy, creepy sounds on the inside. When it was open.... well.

The Self-Defense Club and Kappa Kappa Gremlin had done their work well. Welcome... to the Fandom Haunted House. Muhaha ha ha haaa...

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"The witch," Jeff specified, very slowly, very meekly coming out of the shadows. He fidgeted. "... Hi, Turtle."

Turtle gave Jeff a faint smile at that. "Hi, Jeff," she said. "You know, there's more rooms. We can go into another one and the witch won't be in that one."

"I was aware of that," he managed, "I just got a bit... stuck..." Jeff eyed the witch warily again, and then eyed Turtle warily, which was sort of defeating the point in some fashion, and he reached for her arm. "Onwards."

Turtle gave him a smile as he took her arm, and then she crossed the other one across herself to take his hand in hers. "Onward. Don't worry; I helped put this thing together, so I know it's not too dangerous."

"You're certain about that, right?" he inquired, quickly pulling her down to the next room. Somewhere that wasn't near the witch. "Because sometimes, things sneak in."

"Certain," Turtle nodded. "We've even got Chad's cat scouting the place to make sure."

Which wasn't entirely true, but she figured it might help settle Jeff's poor nerves just a little.

"...Chad's cat is a bit like Nana," Jeff tried, ducking some spiderwebs. The rest of the house wasn't really that scary. It was more the mother aspect of it. "But I'll be fine as long as there aren't any women."

Turtle frowned a little. "What's wrong with women?" she asked, but, as soon as she did, she remembered who she was talking to, and she smirked a little. "Never mind. Don't worry; there aren't any women that you'll have to worry about."

"They tend to be the most frightening," he explained, "I mean, you can run away from a live spider, but it's harder to run away from a woman, they tend to take it badly." A pause. "Which you would know."

"Jeff," Turtle commented with a faint smirk, hugging to his arm tightly. "I only have one word in response to that. Closet."

He ran that through his head for a minute. "Oh," Jeff said, finally, "I do do that a bit, don't I?"

Turtle's head bobbed a little in a nod. "You do," she said, "but it's okay. You always come back out and that's the important part."

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