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It was a dark and stormy night, the horizontal rain so dense it was almost solid. In other words, a perfect night for sitting snug and warm in front of a blazing fire with a cup of cocoa in your hand.

Jack and Joan was doing just that, enjoying the last few moments before they had to go to bed. Joan yawned. "Tired?" Jack smiled. "Shall we go to bed." Joan just nodded, and took his hand.
Just as they started up the staircase a bloodchilling scream rose from the cellar. "Oh, no!" Jack said, "What is uncle Tom up to now?" Jane shrugged. "Could be anything. Let's

  1. just go up to bed."
  2. go down and see."
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