" We should open the trapdoor. " whispers Janice. " What do you mean open it? " i whisper back. " You know, like those times where we think it's the killer, but it's not, it's our dyeing friend? " she says. " Well, if it really was Alfred, he would be screaming our names and will be yelling help. " i tell her. " Dat's a gud point. " she realizes.
The man breaks the trapdoor down. We see lots of little furniture hanging from the ceiling and start ripping them off. We gather them all up and stack them infront of the door. There was lots of them, then we go for the puppet. We pull it down, a trapdoor blew open from the ceiling, exposing another room.
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The Puppet Mansion
TerrorHi! My name is Shell. I just won a ticket to the puppet mansion! I'm one of the five lucky winners. I do not know why it's called the puppet mansion, they say it's because that the owner used to be a puppeteer, but besides that, if you like the pla...
