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Spellings, grammer, paragraph control my apologies for the mistakes. Wait, where was I? Oh yeah............

As Saturday dawns, I rub my eyes, looking up at the ceeling and smile about the dream I just had. I turn my head to the side and my clock tells me it's 7 in
the morning. I sigh, content that I still have a few hours to sleep, and drift again. By the time I wake up, it's 9:45 and Rebecca is sitting up checking her
phone. "Morning," she says when she sees that I'm awake. "Morning. Did you sleep ok?" I ask. "Yeah not bad," she says, "you?" I nod, smiling as I remember my
dream. "How long have you been awake?" I ask my cousin. "Half an hour or so. I was quiet though, didn't want to wake you." Ismile down at her and sit up
sleepily. "You want to use the bathroom first?" I offer. She nods and stands up, swaying a bit as she walks off her air matress. It isn't lumpy, just bouncy.
I get out of bed and pull my covers straight while I wait for her. I turn the radio on and listen to Will Young singing about leaving right now, Dido singing
about white flags and by the time Rebecca is finished in the bathroom, Eva Cassidy is singing about song birds. I get up and take her place in the bathroom,
giving her a chance to get dressed. By 10:30, we're back in the kitchen drinking tea. "Anything you want to do today?" Rebecca sips her tea and her eyes go
up in an "I'm thinking about it" kind of way. "Not really," she says, "do you?" I shake my head. "The weekends are for making the most of doing nothing before
you have to face reality again. I mean I love my job, but it's nice to have a break." She nods in agreement as she drinks and then says, "I know, I wouldn't
exchange my weekends for anything. But I probably don't like my job as much as you like yours." I smile as I finish my tea, then stand up to take my mug to the
sink. "Right, food." I don't have to ask her what she wants because breakfast is as much a part of our tradition as the actual sleep over. As I get the box
down from the cupboard, Rebecca gets up and gets two clean bowls and spoons from the draining board, then goes to the fridge for the milk. "Shall I serve?"
"Please." We smile and I pour the cereal into the bowls. We pour some milk and clink spoons. "The breakfast of the awesome. To coco pops." "To coco pops," she
replies, and we laugh as we start eating. "So tell me," says Rebecca between mouthfuls, "how did it go with Jack?" I swallow before I can answer, "I told you
last night, it was good. I made the lasagne and the passion fruit cheesecake and we talked about what I do at work and his daughter who's nearly six." She nods
as she eats her breakfast. "Oh yeah, I remember. So, do you think you want to see him again? You haven't had a second date with a guy I've fixed you up with
since Luke asked you out again." "Yeah well, that was wrong, I shouldn't have agreed to go back out with Luke. I didn't like him, not in that way. He was just
nice to look at." She snorts into her cereal. "That's true. Nice to look at but a few too many rugby balls to the head me thinks. Oh well, whenever it dosen't
work out with one guy, that's when I sen messages on facebook and set you up with someone else I used to go to school with. Or maybe someone Alex went to
school with." Alex. My cousin's excuse for not getting set up in return by me. She met him when she first started her job. He asked her to go to the cinema one night and the
rest as they say is history. "Yeah it's worth a try," I reply as I finish breakfast and take the bowl to the sink. She follows suit a few minutes later and we
walk back through to the living room. "How is your beloved?" I ask as we take to the sofa. "Yeah not bad. I'm just going to clean my teeth, I'll be back." I
nod as she leaves the room, and go in search of the TV remote. I turn on Saturday kitchen and listen as James Martin talks about what to do with left over
pumpkin. He makes a pie and a soup. Very nice James I think to myself, but all I'm interested in is the outside of the pumpkin. Or I will be next week when we
get to carve them for work. Yes, my favourite holiday was coming up. Halloween. I had always loved halloween, and I loved it even more now I worked in a
dungeon. Halloween was our busiest season, which could sometimes be tiring but I loved it. Any kids in the tour groups always seemed to be even more hyper
than usual when they came close to the end of October. "What are you thinking? That's a nice smile." I hadn't even noticed my cousin come back in. "Oh, sorry,
I was just thinking about next week. Halloween is coming up, should be fun at work." She nods as she sits beside me again. "Ah yes, your favourite season," she
says, and I stand up. "I should brush my teeth too," I tell her, and I walk to the bathroom. By the time I'm done, Saturday kitchen has finished and Raymond
Blanc is also making the humble pumpkin the star ingreadiant in his programme. "I've never had pumpkin," says Rebecca as we watch. "No me either," I reply, "I
have carved them up though." Rebecca jabs her finger at the screen three timesbefore she says, "that orange stuff is all we're going to see on cooking shows
for the next week or so. Then it's gonna be whatever is in season in November. What is in season in November?" I get off the sofa without a word and leave the
room, coming back in a minute later with my laptop. "Oooh, thanks." She opens the lid, turns it on and waits for it to start up. When the homepage appers, she
thinks for a minute before she types into the search "food in season in November." Pictures of cabbage, sprouts and something I had never seen before popped
up and Rebecca voiced what I was thinking as she pointed to the unknown vegetable. "What is that?" I took control of the mouse for a second and clicked on it.
"There you go," I said, "it's called a fennel." I read the discription. "Fennel is often used in cooking, the bulb being the most common part people cook with.
The fennel bulb can be thinly sliced and used in salads, and has also been known to be the natural flavouring in some toothpastes. Oh gross." Rebecca makes an
expression to mirror what I'm thinking, and it says "yuck." I go back to the search. "Well, there you go. Fennel, cabbage, chestnuts. Lots of stuff is in
season in November." She nods and gives me back the laptop. I check my emails. There's not much worth looking at, so I shut it down and find another film.
 
Well....you're paragraphs are mushed together and you have some spelling and-what's that? Oh, I thought you were asking for Spellings, grammer, paragraph freaks to start talking. My bad :blush :stickout

Anyway, for real Bugs. This story just keeps getting better, I really like it. I love how you make your stories seem so natural. You involve regular life outside of the love love. Very unique, at least in my eyes. Keep up the good work. Next time you keep me waiting, I won't hesitate to put you in the rack :stickout
 
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Awww you miss my stuff? You should have said :stickout Ya know as I write this, I've come to see that no other story I've written has had so much of my personality in, I think this one is very "me." And I'm glad about the outside stuff too, I would hate to focus on the mush and make people wanna throw up :lol
Thanks Amber 🙂
 
It's always a pleasure to make my friends happy, no matter how much I seem to tease or how annoying I am 😉
 
Ok, my word count tells me I now have over ten thousand words, but I won't shut up until I'm done, so there :stickout here's some more, again, spelling and stuff, I apologise if any of it is wrong. Enjoy!

The next week at work was spent in meetings during breaks to discuss what grusome theme we could come up with for this year's halloween. Not that the horrible
gory details of London's history wasn't enough, but on Halloween, we liked to go all out. "Ok, so, Tyler, Gemma, I trust I can count on you two to do some
reaserch on the net for me and see what you can come up with. And remember, we want historical facts that actualy happened either on or close to Halloween."
grinning, I look to Tyler, then back to our boss. "No problem Ryan." He smiles back at me. "Great. I love your enthusiasm Gemma. Take until say, Wednesday,
then we'll meet up again and see what you've got." Ryan stands up, and everyone else does the same. "Thanks everyone," he says, and leaves the room. Everyone
else files out, quite a few of them still in costume, Tyler and myself included. We're the last to leave. Closing the door behind us I smile at Tyler. He
dosen't really see me though. "Tyler, you alright?" I ask. He comes back to Earth. "Yeah, sorry. Just thinking about what we'll need to look up." I nod. "Yeah
me too. We'll probably both need to look some stuff up, get some seperate notes then get together and compare some facts." "Yeah, sounds good," he replies,
"I think this is going to be an interesting project." I nod enthusiasticaly. "I know, think of all the grusome stuff the both of us will come up with. As if we
weren't surrounded by it enough at work." he laughs, then turns to walk away. "You coming downstairs? The next group is going to be here soon." I nod,
following Tyler, disturbing images already going through my mind. When I got home that night, I went through my usual routine. Locked myself in, kicked off my
shoes and shrugged off my coat. Being half past eleven, I knew I couldn't stay up for too long for fear of being crabby the next day, but I had to fire up my
laptop and start my homework. I coudn't sleep now anyway, my mind was buzzing in anticipation of what I may find. Scrolling through multiple pages of halloween
news headlines, most of them were from as recent as last year. Some went back to 2008 but I knew Ryan was looking for historic facts, like the things we told
people about at work. Not that murders were ever anything to be light hearted about, but man arrested for stabbing woman to death in Haloween 2011 wasn't going
to sound as impressive as all the horrifying facts we had on someone like Jack the Ripper or Elizabeth Bathory.
Scrolling through my results, I clicked on a news story from back in 1974. Reading the details, a feeling of disgust came over me. The story was called
remembering the pixie sticks murder of 1974. The words twisted my stomach more and more as the story developed before my eyes. While taking his two children
and thiere friends trick or treating, Ronald C O'Bryan had slipped poison laced candy into his children's bags. Before they went to bed, O'Bryan said to his
son Timothy he could have one last sweet and gave him the poison. Hours later, the boy was dead. Unbeknownst to his wife, O'Bryan had taken a life insurance
policy out on each child worth $20,000 a few weeks before. As I came to the end of the headline, I noticed tears pooling in my eyes. I wiped them away and
saved the page so I could go back to it the next day and make some notes to show Tyler. Before bed, I went to youtube to watch some comedy. I wasn't going to
sleep with images of that twisted man in my head.

"Have you? Great. Yeah sure. Ok I'll see you in a bit. Bye." Tyler was coming over with his notes. Depending on the buses, he shouldn't be too long. When I
woke up this morning, I had gone back to the news headline from last night and printed it out. Trying not to think about it too much, I went to fill the kettle
up. By the time it was boiled, Tyler was knocking on the door. I went to let him in. "Hey Gemma." He smiled at me, but something was amiss. "Hey," I repied,
"are you ok?" He came inside, closing the door behind him, and pulled some paper out of his jeans. "Oh, your homework?" He noded grimly and I beckoned him to
follow me to the kitchen. When I had set the tea down, I went to get my own paper. Sitting at the table, we swapped. My eyebrows shot up as I read the headline
Tyler had found. His paper told me that over inAmerica, twopeople had been charged for a murder that had happened on Haloween. "They shot him, then burned his
body?" I asked, horrified as I read. "Yeah, and I thought mine was bad but this guy. His own kids? That's twisted." I looked up at him. "I know, and just for
the insurance money. And to think it was planned? The man had taken the poicies out on his kids a few weeks before." Tyler shook his head. "There had to be
something wrong with this guy. I mean who does that to his own kids? I know $40,000 seems like a big number but is it really worth loosing your own children
over?" Looking as disgusted as I felt, he put the paper back on the table and picked up his mug. "Anyway, subject change. What are you wearing on Friday
night?" His expression changed instantly as he launched into his ideas for the halloween party we would have at work on Friday. Everyone had the day off, so
the party would start at eight and go until people had had enough. Thank God for weekends I thought as I came to focus on Tyler again. "With a mixture of
pistachio cream and cream cheese." My eyes widened. "Sorry Tyer, miles away. Explain that to me again." He didn't have a probem with having to say it again.
Somehow I didn't think that he would. He loved halloween as much as I did. "I want to go as a zombie, with puss shooting out of his eyes," he explained,
making motions with his fingers curling up and then shooting out to emphasise his point. "Oh lovely. Is that where the food stuffs come into it?" He noded,
grinning. I smiled back. Tyler always came up with these awesome creative costume ideas. Last year he came as a banana with teeth marks and chunks taken out of
the face. When people asked him to explain he said he had had a run in with a monkey. "So what are you going as?" he asked. "I'm not sure yet. I mean, I could
go classic and be a witch or something but classic to some people says boring, especialy the people we work with. I'll need to think about it." Tyler tapped
his watch. "Well, you better hurry up about it," he said, "you only have until Friday." "Yeah I know. I'll have a brain storming session later. Ooh what time
is it?" He showed me his watch. "It's half two, I best get ready. I won't be a sec." He nodded as I stood up and went to the bathroom. Our shift started at
three and went through until eleven when the dungeons were closed for the night. As I brushed my teeth, I tried to think about what costume I could wear on
Friday. Waiting for the bus, an idea planted itself in my mind. It stil needed developing and by Friday it probably would have been changed at least twice, but
at least it was something.
 
His own kids :cry. Why that little fucker. *mumbles darkly* I however love your story, though I doubt I'mma be able to finish my coffee now after reading some of the details in there *takes a sip of her coffee anyway* Please update again soon 😛
 
Seeing as everybody else has lost interest, all of my updates from now on will be for my babygirl. Unless that changes, but we shall see. Enjoy Amber.

Before work on Thursday, I went out to the costume shop down the street from me. I ducked inside just as it started to rain. I started to look through the
costumes, cliches leaping out at me. Witch costumes, vampire capes, Ripped shirts and trousers that could just about be passed off a zombie outfits, sheets
with holes cut out put in to plastic packets so they could be passed off as ghost costumes. Then there was the accessorie section, possibly screaming cliche
at me even more than the costumes. Plastic vampire teeth, rubber witch noses with warts on them, make up sets for zombies, bottles of fake vampire blood. I
inwardly rolled my eyes and went to see if they had any more costumes. "Can I help you with anything?" A voice asked me from nowhere. I twisted around but no
one was anywhere to be seen. So, feeling more than a bit stupid, I spoke to thin air. "I don't suppose you have any nurse costumes do you?" Then I spun around
in the direction of a noise I heard. "We might have, I could look out the back," said the shop assistant. I could see her now, she had been shifting a box.
"Or there might be something in here," she said, tapping the box, "let me set this down and I'll get the fish knife so I can cut through the tape." She carried
it over to the counter and put it down, then went in search of the knife. "Ah, here it is." She stood up straight and cut through the cellotape. "Ok, let's
see." She dug through the box's contense, laying various costumes on the counter. I peered inside and had to stop myself rolling my eyes again. More capes,
sheets and ripped outfits for so called ghouls people could dress up as for halloween. "Oh this is white. Ah, here you go." Pulling out a white costume and
setting it on the counter, she moved the others to the side. "Is that the kind of thing you were looking for?" I smied as I looked closely at the costume.
"Yeah that's great," I said, smiing at her, "I'll take that please." Returning my smile, she scanned the barcode and bagged it up for me. "That's great.
Actualy, I may just grab some bood as well." I quickly ran to the shelf I needed and took a bottle of blood off, then took it back to the counter. When I was
done, I thanked her and walked home to try on my costume. It fit really well, and looked pretty good too. Going to the recycling, I dug out some old newspapers
and went to line the bathroom floor with them. Taking my blood with me, I went back and set it on the sink. Standing on the newspapers, I opened the bottle and
started artisticaly sloshing it all over my costume. When I was satisfied, I took it off and hung it on the bathroom door, ready for the party tomorrow night.
Just before the first tour group came in, I asked Tyler how his costume was coming along. "Yeah great, I'm just sorting out the hand pumps so the puss will
shoot from my eyes. Did you decide what you're going as yet?" As I was about to reply, Ryan's voice came down the hall to the staff room. "First group are here
for the three o' cock slot!" I shrugged, clearing my throat so I could yell at my first group. "I'll tell you later." I told Tyler. "Bring out your dead!"
"You ready Gemma?" A decent handful of tour groups and eight hours later, I was almost ready to go home. "Yeah, I just need to grab Tom, I'll be with you in a
sec." Tyler pointed in the direction of the changing rooms. Tom was just coming out. "Oh thanks. Tom, can I have a word?" He smiled as I walked over to him.
"Yeah sure. What's up Gemma?" "It's about tomorrow night. I wonder if I can dig through your supply box and borrow some stuff." He beckoned me to follow him
and lead me out of the room. "Back in a sec," I said to Tyler over my shoulder. He waved at me and Tom and I walked through the dungeons to his section. Lined
with hospital beds, Tom was the man to come to if you ever wanted to know about how people were operated on in medievil times. He walked off and came back a
minute later with his box of props. "Have a dig through that," he said, dropping it on to one of the beds. "I dug through and found a handful of syringes and
a surgical mask. "This is perfect, thanks Tom." He smiled. "No worries, I hope in return I can see you modelling your costume tomorrow night." He raised his
eyebrows and went to put the box away. "Yeah, I'll be here. I'll see you tomorrow, thanks Tom." Gathering up the stuff I needed from the bed, I walked back
through the dungeons to find Tyler was waiting by the entrance for me. "Sorted?" I nodded and we walked to the bus stop. "So what did you need from Tom?" asked
Tyler as I stowed the props in my bag. I hated admiting even to myself that I even owned a handbag. It made me look like too much of a girl. "Well there is a
reason for that Gemma," my mother aways says. I smiled fondly as she came to my mind. All five foot eight of her, dark brown hair that was starting to get some
silver streaks. I had always called it black but she insisted it was dark brown, and the soft hazel eyes she had given to me, eyes that always seemed to shine
with love every time she talked about me, dad or my big sister Victoria. "Hello?" I blinked and ooked at Tyler. "Sorry, miles away. They're just some props for
tomorrow night, to go with my costume." His eyes lit up at the mention of the party. "I need to finish mine when I get home." I nodded and stood up as the bus
stopped. "I'll see you tomorrow." I jumped off and waved at Tyler through the window before walking home. Tomorrow was going to be a good night.
 
Ooooooh, great story Nics. And how dare that others lose interest? Anyway, good work and can't wait for the updates.
 
Thanks sunshine. There's about to be a killer Halloween party....................
 
There is still work to be done, maybe some editing and stuff. Plus I wanna revisit an idea I had a while back, I may post, I may not, depends how good it is.
 
>_> I. Must. See. Halloween. Party! and ooooooooooh, what idea?
 
You will, soon, when I'm farther ahead. It's just an Addams family fanfiction.
 
I'm over the fanfiction now. I get inspired, I have to write, then when I'm done obsessiong with one idea, something else comes to me and I start all over with the new idea. Anywho, here's the Halloween party. Apologies again for the spelling and stuff. Enjoy 🙂

Just like every year, we had the run of the dungeons for the party. We didn't need to waste any of the budget on tacky plastic decorations because clearly,
setting the right atmosphere was not going to be a problem. There were only a handful of people there when Tyler and I walked in at about twenty past eight but
that meant we could get a drink before the punch bowl became to crowded. "One good thing about the works halloween do," said Tyler as he poured us both
a drink, "no budget wasted on decorations means more money spend on booze." I laughed. "I'll drink to that," I said, raising my glass and we clinked. Taking a
sip, I almost dropped my glass as I felt a hand on my elbow. I spun around to see who it was, then relaxed. "Oh hi Tom." He smiled and looked me up and down.
"Gemma, very nice, I see my props came in handy." I set my glass on the table and gave him a twirl to show off my costume. "I'm Elizabeth Bathory," I told him,
and he looked me up and down again, nodding approvingly. "Yes I can see it now, I'm loving the blood, goes well with the surgical mask. But just let me make an
improvment." Before I could say a word, let alone stop him, he had slipped my mask off, leaving the strings hanging around my neck. "There, now we can
appriciate that gorgeous face." I smiled, but not because of his compliment. I could almost hear Tyler roll his eyes from his position beside me. Luckily Tom's
eyes were on me, so he didn't see. "Thankyou. But look at you Mister handsome devil. Litteraly." He laughed softly and gave me a twirl as I had done for him.
He had on a red devil costume compete with horns, on a headband, plastic pitchfork, pointy tail and painted on black goatee. "Loving the beard," I lied. He
looked as tacky as a teenager trying to impress his girlfriend. His smile grew wider at my compliment. "Thanks, painted it on myself. Oh wow check out Queen
Victoria over there. Obviosly here with her Prince Albert." I followed his gaze and saw Simon from reception and his wife Sarah. Simon had his arm casualy
draped over Sarah's shoulders as they walked through the crowd that was now starting to grow. "Oh no, I didn't count on Melissa showing up. Is she with a
date? Yeah, witch, you're in the right costume love," said Tom, practically snarling at his ex girlfriend. "Excuse me," he muttered darkly, and walked away
with his drink. Tyler was shaking his head. "What a dweeb. I mean could he have been wearing a tackier costume?" "I'm sure you'll see a lot more tonight." He
rolled his eyes, nodding. "Probably. Here's to the tacky costume parade." He lifted his glass in my direction and took a gulp. "What?" he asked as he saw me
laughing. "I haven't heard anyone call anyone a dweeb in ages." "Oh trust me, I could have called him a lot worse," he laughed. "Oh yes. Anyway, I suppose we
should mingle, get a chance to inspect some of these costumes. Not that we would say that was the reason." He shook his head as he drained his glass and set it
on the table. "Oh no of course not. I do work with these people." Draining my own glass, I went off to mingle. Making a mental note as I walked around, I
spotted five more devils, at least twelve vampires and about fifteen witches. The lack of creativity depressed me. There was a guy I noticed though. I had no
idea who he was but he was in a very nice Phantom of the opera costume. Quite a few women had asked him to dance and he had grasiously accepted.


No denying it, the man could move. I was even tempted to ask him to dance myself but he was being kept busy by all the women around him. About an hour later,
Tom found me again and waved me over. Oh wonderful I thought, walking over to him. He leaned in close to my ear so I could hear him over the music. "Hi, how
is your night going? I haven't seen you on the dance floor much." I leaned my head close to his ear. "I was dancing earlier with Tyler." I didn't need his lips
to be that close to my ear to hear him laugh. "And what is he meant to be?" Seriously? I found myself thinking, you can't tell from his outfit? "A zombie. Have
you seen what his eyes can do? It's amazing." He dropped his voice so he could lean even closer to my ear. "I think what your eyes can do is amazing." I smelt
the tell tale scent of one too many glasess of punch on his breath. "Oh my eyes just sit there inside my skull like everyone else's do," I replied, a sudden
desperation to get away from him coming over me. "No they don't, they sparkle. They're beautiful Gemma, just like you. Dance with me." before I could react,
Tom had grabbed a hold of me and was spinning me into the throng of people dancing. Holding me way too close, we began to move in time to the music. being so
close to me, I could hear him just fine. "You look gorgeous tonight Gemma. You always look gorgeous." I rolled my eyes over his shoulder, then gasped as I felt
Tom's hand getting lower down on my back. I reached back and lifted it up, but he put it back down again and made his grip on me tighter. "Tom, don't put your
hand so low please," I warned him. He just snickered at me and said, "oh come on gorgeous, neither of us is here with a date. Why don't we take this dance to
one of the beds in my department and make this dance a horizontal one?" Disgust came over me as he shifted so he could look at me and waggle his eyebrows
suggestivley. "No," I said loudly and clearly over the music, "Tom, get off me. Now please." He leered at me and said, "come on baby I know you want me. Come
with me." Then he took my hand and tried to pull me away from the dancefloor. "No!" I was yelling at him now, probably too loudly but quite frankly, I wanted
to gain some attention. Tom seemed to get more forceful now, pulling me harder, forcing me to half walk half trip over my feet after him. Just before he got me
to the edge of the floor,I felt a hand on my shoulder. I managed to tug my hand free and spin around only to be faced by the Phantom. "May I cut in?" He asked.
Noticing my hand had been pulled free of his, Tom turned around and glared at the phantom. "Go away, Gemma and I are busy. tell him baby." He put his hand on
my lower back and I squirmed away. "No we are not, don't touch me!" The pahntom offered me his hand and I took it glady. Anything was better then staying here
with this grease ball. He stepped in front of me, sheilding me. "I think the lady has made her feelings clear," said the phantom, and turned to me. "Are you
ok?" he asked. "Watch it!" I yelled. Tom's fist was coming through the air and Phantom ducked just before it came into contact with the back of his head.

Loosing his balance, Tom fell foward and his face smashed against the floor. People had to jump out of his way as he fell, then one of the many vampires yelled
out over the music, "I'll get Ryan!" and ran out of sight. When Tom had been scooped off the foor by security, a few people crowded around to ask if I was
alright, Tyler among them. "Are you ok? Do you want me to smack him?" Shaking my head, I beckoned and grabbed his arm. "I'm fine, just get me away from him."
Walking away from the dancefloor, we went to find a chair so I could sit before I fell. My legs felt shakey. Seeing the phantom across the room, I shyly waved
at him and he came over to us, brushing off any more invitations to dance. When he was within earshot, Tyler extended his hand. "Thanks for helping her out,"
he said. Phantom shook his hand and nodded. "Of course." he said, then he stooped down to my level and asked, "are you alright?" I looked up at phantom and
tried to take in at least some detail but the room was too dark. "I'm fine. Thanks for stepping in." I saw the non covered part of his face raise up in
a smile. "Of course. I was just doing what my character would have." I turned a chair around from the table behind me and signaled to it. I felt Tyler squeeze
my shoulder and looking up at him, I smiled reasuringly and he left phantom and I to it. He sat, and I turned toward him and replied, "well, I'm very greatful
you were around. Any way I can show you my grattitude?" He smiled at that and stood up, offering me his hand. "May I?" Smiling like a teenager with a crush I
took his hand and stood up. "Now that's how a girl wants to be asked to dance." Leading me to the dancefloor, he pulled me close but mercifuly, his hold was a
lot more gentle than the one I had just been in. He moved with such grace, twirling me around, making it effortless to follow him. When the song finished, all
too soon in my opinion, he graciousy bowed after he realesed me, then kissed the back of my hand. "So, do I get to know the name of my rescuer? Just in case
you didn't hear that slime ball earlier, mine is Gemma." Letting go of my hand he smiled, and was about to reply when a woman in a cat costume came and asked
him to dance. He shrugged apolegeticaly as she forefuly led him away. Damn it, I thought, and went to find Tyler. Spotting him on the edge of the dancefloor,
I walked over. "You ok?" he asked before I reached him. "Yeah, I was planning on striking up and conversation with the phantom of the opera over but he's been
asked to dance again." Tyler scanned the floor. "There he is. So, does anyone know who he is?" he asked as he watched the phantom dance. "Well I don't think
he's gate crashing, he's too relaxed. Someone must have invited him so, logicaly, someone must know him. I wish he would stand still long enough so I could ask
him some questions. Like does he work here, if he dosen't who invited him-" "Is he single?" Tyler interrupted, and I felt my face grow hot. "Shut up, that
never crossed my mind." Looking at me, he raised his eyebrows. "Oh no of course not, I bet you haven't thought once of taking him somewhere quiet and pulling
his mask off." I shoved him playfuly in the arm and sudenly he grabbed my hand, twirling me into the throng of people on the dancefloor. I grabbed hold of him
before I lost my balance and fell over, and he started moving. "At least do it in time to the music Ty!" I called out over the music. "Screw the music, I'm
getting you to the phantom!" he yelled back. "What?! I can't even see him!" Moving further to his left, Tyler pointed. "There!" I followed his gaze and saw him
dancing with a woman in a cat costume.

As we got close enough, Tyler reached his arm out and tapped cat woman on the shoulder. "May I?!" he yelled. Not giving
her a chance to reply, he spun her away, leaving me facing the phantom. Shrugging, he held out his hand. I took it and started to move with him, thinking Tyler
was a God send. As one song finished and a slower one came on, phantom pulled me close and I remember thinking actualy I changed my mind. Tyler is a God.
Taking me in a traditional ballroom hold despite the modern music, phantom twirled me around the floor with ease, he made it so easy for me to follow his lead.
"You can really dance, I'm impressed," I told him. He smiled. "Thankyou. I took lessons growing up." I nodded. "Well it shows," I told him and I was rewarded
with another charming smile. When the song ended, he kissed just below my knuckels before he realesed me. "Did they teach you chivalry at dancing school as
well?" I asked. "No, some things come naturaly. But not to everyone it seems." I followed his gaze to Tom, who was being scooped off the floor by security.
A look of disgust came over my face as he half stumbled to the exit, leaning on one of the security guards. "I'm sorry about him." Phantom shakes his head.
"No it's fine, you could tell by the smell of his breath he had been drinking. You know how people are when they're drunk." I nod, sighing. "Yeah I know. At
least some people are having a good time." I see Sarah across the dancefloor, being spun around by Simon, a big smile on her face as he pulls her in to his
arms and holds her close. "That's a nice sight." I look back to Phantom. There's a kind smile on his face as he watches the two of them. "Nice costumes too.
Prince Albert and Queen Victoria if I'm not mistaken?" he asks. "Impressive history skills." He bows his head. "Why thankyou. I did like history when I was at
school." "Hence the job here now then?" I asked, trying to get any information I could on this mysterious man. He was about to answer when Tyler caught my
eye, his thumbs up and a questioning look on his face, asking if I was alright. I returned his thumbs up and he seem satisfied. He turned his attention back to
the dance floor, no doubt in search of a pretty witch or vampiress to dance with. By the time I had turned my attention back to the chair beside me, Phantom
had vanished. I stood up and looked around tinking maybe some one else had asked him to dance and I just hadn't heard. But as my eyes swept the room he was no
where to be seen. I sat down again, resting my hand on the chair that he had been on just a few minutes before. My palm scrunched up as I felt something, and
looking down, I saw a peice of paper. I looked around, making sure no one was looking for it, but as far as I could see, misplaced bits of paper were the last
thing on everyone's minds as they were al too busy dancing, drinking or talking. So I picked it up and my stomach flipped over as I saw my name on the paper.
I stared at it intently for a minute, scared that if I looked away, the writing would change. But it didn't, so I opened the paper and found on it a short
note. Checking again for anyone who was looking for some paper and again, finding no one, I looked down at the words and read

Beautiful Gemma,
forgive me but I had to leave.
Thankyou for showing me such a wonderful time,
I shall not forget our dance, or indeed this night in a hurry.
Stay safe, this halloween and always.
Phantom.

Smiling, I folded the note up and put it in my pocket and went to tell Tyler. By the time he was finished on the dncefloor, it was two in the morning and he
wasn't very cohearant. Not drunk by any means but he certainly wasn't thirsty, so I decided to tell him about the note at work on Monday, hopefuly then he
would still remember the conversation the next day. Thanking God none of us had to work over the weekend, I let Tyler lean on my shoulder as we said our
goodbyes. Sarah and Simon had had a wonderful night, and he couldn't wait to get her home, in Simon's own words. She had playfuly smacked him in the arm for
that comment but she was still smiling. Most people were leaving by now, although some helped to clean up. Slipping past them and leaving them to it, we went
to catch a very late bus. "Tonight was fun," said Tyler as we walked down the corridor, "I got to dance with loads of people, did you?" "Yeah I got asked by
a few," I replied, then I stopped walking and screamed. "Woah Gemma my ears! What the Hell is wro- Oh my Lord!" Tom's bright blue face was staring up at us,
his eyes fixed and his body stiff. He was lying on the floor with a plastic bag over his face. It had been tied round the back of his head and someone had
obviously shoved it in his mouth and up his nose. Whatever twisted individual had done this to him was taking no chances. "Hang on, just stay calm," said
Tyler, his own voice shaking, "now don't forget it's Halloween, this could be a prank. Bit over the top I'll grant you but tis the season and all that." I
stared at him, shocked that he could see such a thing and come to this conclusion. "Tis the season?!" I yelled, surprised my voice was so loud, "it's not
christmas! Who would do this to someone?" I folded my arms around myself as huge shudders ran through my whole body. My legs felt as though they were going to
give way, I had to make it to the wall so I could lean on it for support. I looked at Tom again and my stomach lurched, if I wasn't careful I would throw up.
Tyler wasn't looking much better than I was. He put an arm round my shoulders and I squashed myself against him as the tears started to fall. "Is everyting
alright? I thought I heard someone scream." Our manager was coming down the hall to see what was wrong, I had to warn him. "No Ryan, don't look!" I choked out
through the tears, but his eyes had already fallen to the corpse in the corridor. "Dear God!" Tyler held me tighter and i wept as Ryan started to shake as
well, then he sank to his knees. "What, who, how?" he stammered. "We don't know," said Tyler, "we were walking down the hall to go to the bus stop and we saw
him. Well Gemma saw him first, which is why she screamed. God who would do this? I thought security chucked him out when he came on to Gemma." Tyler's voice
was breaking and very shakey. "We need to call the police," I heard Ryan say as I was pressed into Tyler's chest, "but first I need to warn people he's here.
Dear God what am I going to say to the police? What am I going to say to the other staff? Gemma," he said to me, "I know the last thing you want to do is stay
here any longer than you have to, but the police are going to want to talk to you, alright? They'll need to talk to Tyler as well, because you two are the ones
who found Tom." A nod was all I could manage. "Go on then you two, go on up to the staff room. Here, take my keys." Tyler took the keys and prized me off him.
"Come on honey we have to walk," he said, taking my hand. I closed my eyes as we walked by Tom, I couldn't spend one more second with him knowing that he had
died. Tyler guided me up the stairs and unlocked the staff room. "Go on, sit down, I'll put the kettle on." Finding a chair, I sank into it just before my legs
gave way. Tyler's hand shook as he made the tea and he spilled quite a lot of water on the counter but he didn't seem to notice. I nodded my appriciation when
he set my tea on the table. "I put some extra sugars in," he said, "I'm not sure why but I thought that's what people done in a crisis." He was trying to make
me laugh so I would relax but calming down was the last thing on my mind. I don't know how long we sat there, but the silence was broken when Ryan came in the
room, followed closely by a police officer. Folding my arms and resting my head on the table, I sobbed, "Tyler I can't, I just can't," as I shook. Then I felt
his hands on me and he pulled me up. "Gemma look at me honey," he said, and I blinked at him through the tears. "You can do this. You have nothing to hide, all
we did was find him." I shook my head and started to protest, "Tyler, I can't, I just-" then he looked straight into my eyes and said, "yes you can." Somehow,
those three words helped me to stop crying long enough to take in a much needed lungfull of air. "Here," he said, handing me a tissue. I took it and dried my
eyes, assuming he had got it from the bathroom. "Ok?" he asked, and I nodded. "That's my girl. I'm going to stay right here with you. Are you ready?" I nodded
again and Tyler looked oer his shoulder and nodded to Ryan, who nodded back at him and sent the police officer over. Tyler did most of the talking, it was all
I could do to not break down into sobs again as the officer asked about Tom and what had happened at the party. My brain switched on to auto pilot as I replied
to any questions put to me but on the inside I was numb. The image of the corpse in the corridor would never leave me.
 
Holy Fucking Hell! @_@ I-I, wha? Dude! *blinks repeatedly trying to find coherent words*
 
Oh finaly, someone else posted lol. Amber, was that a good reaction or not? I did warn you it was gonna get kind of dark.
 
Oh, it was a great reaction. If you don't want to see a bad reaction, I suggest you post now before I throw a temper tantrum! :stickout
 
I have to think up some new stuff but you're up to date with what I have now.
 
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