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“<span class="mu-r">We’re gonna have to knock eventually, sis, people are gonna think we’re a CREEP or something…</span>”
Nats, unfortunately, is right. Pacing back and forth in front of the small, but cozy-looking blue beach bungalow, you nearly tear a passing car apart with an <span class="mu-g">EYE LASER</span> when it zips by you! Damn, you snarl as your heart does jumping jacks in your chest, you thought that was a <span class="mu-r">BAD GUY!</span>
“<span class="mu-r">Weird going back to normalish, huh?</span>” Remarks your demonic companion as you watch a fleet of construction machines roll down the sloped road in the direction of the coast. Yea, you sigh, you’re still not used to things not trying to kill you all the time!
Idly checking your phone one more time, the text message you have open confirms what you already know: inside that cute little seaside house lives <span class="mu-r">THE TERRIBLE TOMBOY</span> of the team: Mitzi Muldoon–one of your oldest friends and a valued member of <span class="mu-b">THE CLEARWATER SANITATION COORDINATORS!</span>
… not that you’ve mobilized lately, of course. After spending the better part of a week together, your pals more or less scattered to the wind to catch up with their lives, not that you were any different, of course.
Clicking back to your other texts, you click on Sue’s name and run through the last few messages to buy you some time…
<span class="mu-g">VERMONT,</span> he said, you’ve gotta come up here!
Searching your phone’s cracked surface for more distractions, a flash of movement from within the house’s windows stirs you from your hunt! Peering past the curtains with narrowed eyes, you feel a faint push against your back! Alright, you groan as you shove your phone into your jeans pocket, you’ll <span class="mu-i">GO!</span>
Your feet drag along the path like a zombie’s… or a dog who feels like taking another route on a walk. Despite their best efforts, however, you find yourself on Mitzi’s doorstep earlier than you’d like, and with a firm tap on the doorbell, you feel your guts tighten into a knot as you hear someone approach from within!
No dancing around it, you think to yourself, today’s the day…
Today’s the day you tell Mitzi how her sister and dad <span class="mu-i">died</span>.
>CONTD.
