The party was a success. Ursula scans the wreckage and shudders.
“This is the last time I’m feeding my free-loading friends,” she mutters. Her cat slinks out from underneath the sofa.
“Meow,” Sputnik complains arching her back.
“Come to Mama, pretty girl. What’s this on your tail?”
‘You’re dead meat, Urs,’ the scrawled note reads.
Ursula remembers locking the door. Paranoid, she checks again.
But Spider wasn’t here…
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How the Cookie Crumbles 
January 23, 2013 at 1:52 am
Oh man!!!
Now that made me paranoid 😉
Well played Tess!!
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January 23, 2013 at 4:18 am
Cool post. Wasn’t paranoid some kind of camera? 🙂
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January 23, 2013 at 7:24 am
Nice one Tess
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January 23, 2013 at 2:13 pm
Spooky!
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February 2, 2013 at 5:08 pm
I started to sweat when I really thought about the possibilities, Naomi. Ack.
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January 23, 2013 at 7:17 pm
Well done, Tess! Just because one is paranoid, doesn’t mean someone isn’t after them!
🙂
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February 2, 2013 at 5:07 pm
I’m glad I don’t have anything to be paranoid about…my nerves couldn’t handle it.
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January 23, 2013 at 10:04 pm
That just gave me shivers, well done!
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February 2, 2013 at 5:05 pm
Glad it gave you the shivers NY. You can’t imagine how badly I react to strong wind and bad weather. Ugh.
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February 2, 2013 at 3:12 pm
Ooh, scary.
It’s not paranoia, if they’re really out to get you 🙂
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February 2, 2013 at 4:29 pm
What if you just found out and are not sure if you’ve locked them in or out? Doesn’t bear thinking about.
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