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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bad_English" data-source="post: 1527185" data-attributes="member: 11955">Let me know if you refine it...Location: Third floor office (Sam's) the flickering of neon stutters through the blinds causing the shadowy and dark office lit by the faint red glow to shift slightly to the buzz of the light. The slim woman sits on the large leather couch her hands wrapped around a glass tumbler of burbon. Her mascara streaked face looking down as if, finding refuge in the bottom of the glass.Sam leans against the desk watching her intently, his pose carefully crafted to hide the fear and discomfort he felt. " I am sorry doll, a man on my budget doesn't keep ice, but this stuff ain't half bad."  His words seemed to fall on closed ears. In a nervous movement he looks to one side and and back to the woman seated silently on the couch. Her hands clenched around the glass of booze as if for desperation like a life-ring thrown a drowning sailor.Taking a deep breath, he unconsiously nods as if coming to a decision. "OK I know you are one of those college types a Phd and all, how in the hell did you find about those wack jobs in that church and why in the hell did you pick me?"Looking up into his intense gaze she licked her lips in a nervous reaction and took a sip of the cheap burbon, all while peering into his eyes. A shudder passed through her and she began to speak." Remember the missing persons job, you did for that movie producer a while ago? "Taking his own glass of burbon off the desk and using it to raise his hat, before draining the large shot of whiskey. He paused and slammed the glass down on the desk." Damn it I am better than that! Of course. Your the little chippies sister or aunt, how can I be so slow? I wondered why you seemed so familiar. I just thought it was because all good looking dames seem the same to me."A fast pained expression slid across her face at the mention of the word 'chippy' and dropped into resignation before she continued." The chippy was my sister. ""Oh look I didn't mean nothing by that...""It's ok. This place did that to her, she was such a sweet and innocent girl before she came here." Taking another sip of the burbon, this time the fire burning down her throat did not make her shudder. "Any way Clinton sent me her letters to the university, and as Lori was such a bright girl, who could remember entire books at the drop of a hat. She ...She mentioned a name, The Black Pharoh and I looked into it. "Knitting his brows together he muttered. "None of them crazies was a Pharoh? Hell all of them were american, I could swear to it.  Little blonde haired and blue eyed to be an egyptian, don't you think?""No that is just one of his aspects, ahh manifestations if you will."  Suddenly she doubles over in pain dropping the glass onto the wooden floor where it splashes looking like blood in the shimmering red neon light. He moved quickly to her side and puts his arm around her. " Hey whoa there, doll. I should have put water in that rot gut before I gave it to ya."In pain gritted teeth she turns and looks at Sam and forces the words out."You know when I told you I was having female troubles, back there at the car, when that thing came out of the basement. I lied. "Shock crossed his face all he could do is stammer."What?"" Do you remember, I told you we have to go up the stairs and out of there right now?"" Ahh ya." Now suprize and fear showed on his face. She kept talking." I know when they are coming.  I can feel it like a hot knife shoving into my spine from my stomach."His eyes widened." Are? Is?  No.  This ain't right, doll. Tell me it is just female troubles and you are joking? "From the closed door of the tiny wash room where he had cleaned the two glasses from his desk, just an hour before. A sound, like the long last exhale of air from a dying man, issues loudly from that room. As Sam looked over her now lowered head, he could see pressure from something causing the door and it's frame, start to warp and splinter...The sound of her screaming voice was like a slap to his face, bringing him to his feet and moving.Once again the college girl saved his tail by saying the right thing at the right time."RUN!!! DAMN IT!!!! RUN!!!" For a name hows about "Terrors Call" or "Alhazrds whisper"Hmmm obviously it got my attention.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f60e.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":cool:" title="Cool    :cool:"  data-smilie="6"data-shortname=":cool:" /> Good work.</blockquote>

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