Lily looked at Private's house, it was huge, and she saw a sign on the door to 'Get out'. She ventured on anyway, and walked slowly up the steps to the house. 'Well we can look for Kowalski and get the crime scene investi- WAIT!! Where's Lily?!' screamed Private. 'She must've walked out to investigate while we were arguing!!' yelled Skipper. 'God dammit Skippah!!! Stop stalling me!!' barked out Private, he then inched toward a golf club. 'So what? Is your mother even there?' asked Skipper. 'She's a bit grotty right now, sitting in her chair!!' yelled Private, grabbing the golf club. 'Wait, what do you- AGH!!!' yelled Skipper, being whacked kwa Private's golf club, he fell cold, unconscious. 'I'm sorry, butI gotta stop Lily from ruining everything for us!!' yelled Private, running out the door, leaving Skipper knocked unconscious, right on the cold, cold, carpeted floor. Private, frowning, grabbed the letter-opener at the desk, a small knife, and ran out, sliding on his belly through the small parking lot. 'This, shall be my night!!!' yelled Private, clapping his flippers together, and the sign kusoma 'Bates Motel' flashed on in yellow-gold, with a red 'Vacancy' sign shining beneath.
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Lily had reched the porch at last, taking her vazi, pazia and clutching it tightly, it was eerily cold outside, and a flash of lightning hit the nearby hills, a storm. She was scared to death, she didn't want to go into 'the scary house' as her sister called it. Marlene, her sister, Lily couldn't believe she had died only 6 days ago. 'But this night, this stormy night, the case will be, closed, and all the secrets of Ms. Bates and Private Bates, will be revealed. We'll find out how to put an end to the evil, the macabre, the bad things in these hills, once and for all,' thought Lily. But the house had an energy on it's own, it was a symbol of security, grandeur, expense, and warmness kwa day, evil, scary, and macabre kwa night. This bipolar house, with it's equally bipolar owner, are one simple word: Evil, pure evil. Lily jumped up in fear, but realised it was the thunder in the storm. She hated thunder, she liked the flash of lightning, bringing light in a cloudy day, but hated the earth-shattering sound of what comes after. Dripping wet in her fur, she opened the doors and clamped them shut, to be zaidi secure, she locked them up, breathing heavily with morbid fear. She felt alone, and frightened, why didn't she bring Skipper? Brave man, he could've hugged her to give her some sort of comfort. Good thing she knew the region, so she had one advantage.
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Private stopped sliding on his belly to climb up the stairs to his house, he looked at his house, majestic and eerie in a way. He tried running up, but it was no use, he slipped on his low-tracktioned feet constantly, one step up, five steps down. So he gave up running and walked up the stairs, feeling the rain in his face, wet and cool to his stressed mind. 'Bring me hellfire over here please... HELLFIRE!!! Hellfire!!! Burn the fields around the hills!!!! Scream the dead!!!' yelled Private, cupping his earhole as if to hear the dead scream. 'Hahahahahaaa!!! It's so good to have a nicely loving mum!! Heehee!!' laughed Private, clicking his heels. He then saw the porch right in front of him, he smiled, very enigmatically. Then he pressed his flippers on the doors. 'Come out little girl, I won't harm you, I'm Private, my mum is the one who harms people, not me, she's in there, I'm out here, be here..... Lily,' alisema Private, whispering Lily's name. Lily tried not to scream, and hid under his staircase, and saw a porch door right beneath, she hid in the shadow, and Private kicked the door open, water dripping from his feathers. 'Mum I'm home!!! I missed yoooou!!' purred Private, giggling a bit and walking upstairs. 'Muuuuum? I'm here, where are you?' he asked again, then shut the door at the juu of the stairs, where Kowalski was sliced.
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Skipper was out of it, he was on the ground, and felt the part of his head that was hit kwa the golf club, he felt warm blood splurt out the small cut on his head. Bamboozled, again, he got up, frowned, and saw the golf club. No doubt, Private was gone. 'I've been had!! The cheat!! The scoundrel!! The hooligan!!!' yelled Skipper furiously. Not a single hint of Lily was here either. 'Oh no, she's in the Psycho house!!! She should've knocked out Private and gone with me too!! She's doomed, Ms. Bates will kill her!! If not, be stopped kwa Private!! Wait a minute,' thought Skipper, grabbing the golf club, 'I have an idea, it will finish this investigation, and it will end the reign of the Bates family terror. It's not over yet Private, you'll see.' Skipper staggered a bit from the headache he recieved, and beat the door open with the golf club, he then ran to the house, through the grass, it had zaidi traction, so he was able to run to the house and find Lily. He had to end this story, end it kwa avenging Marlene.
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Lily had reched the porch at last, taking her vazi, pazia and clutching it tightly, it was eerily cold outside, and a flash of lightning hit the nearby hills, a storm. She was scared to death, she didn't want to go into 'the scary house' as her sister called it. Marlene, her sister, Lily couldn't believe she had died only 6 days ago. 'But this night, this stormy night, the case will be, closed, and all the secrets of Ms. Bates and Private Bates, will be revealed. We'll find out how to put an end to the evil, the macabre, the bad things in these hills, once and for all,' thought Lily. But the house had an energy on it's own, it was a symbol of security, grandeur, expense, and warmness kwa day, evil, scary, and macabre kwa night. This bipolar house, with it's equally bipolar owner, are one simple word: Evil, pure evil. Lily jumped up in fear, but realised it was the thunder in the storm. She hated thunder, she liked the flash of lightning, bringing light in a cloudy day, but hated the earth-shattering sound of what comes after. Dripping wet in her fur, she opened the doors and clamped them shut, to be zaidi secure, she locked them up, breathing heavily with morbid fear. She felt alone, and frightened, why didn't she bring Skipper? Brave man, he could've hugged her to give her some sort of comfort. Good thing she knew the region, so she had one advantage.
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Private stopped sliding on his belly to climb up the stairs to his house, he looked at his house, majestic and eerie in a way. He tried running up, but it was no use, he slipped on his low-tracktioned feet constantly, one step up, five steps down. So he gave up running and walked up the stairs, feeling the rain in his face, wet and cool to his stressed mind. 'Bring me hellfire over here please... HELLFIRE!!! Hellfire!!! Burn the fields around the hills!!!! Scream the dead!!!' yelled Private, cupping his earhole as if to hear the dead scream. 'Hahahahahaaa!!! It's so good to have a nicely loving mum!! Heehee!!' laughed Private, clicking his heels. He then saw the porch right in front of him, he smiled, very enigmatically. Then he pressed his flippers on the doors. 'Come out little girl, I won't harm you, I'm Private, my mum is the one who harms people, not me, she's in there, I'm out here, be here..... Lily,' alisema Private, whispering Lily's name. Lily tried not to scream, and hid under his staircase, and saw a porch door right beneath, she hid in the shadow, and Private kicked the door open, water dripping from his feathers. 'Mum I'm home!!! I missed yoooou!!' purred Private, giggling a bit and walking upstairs. 'Muuuuum? I'm here, where are you?' he asked again, then shut the door at the juu of the stairs, where Kowalski was sliced.
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Skipper was out of it, he was on the ground, and felt the part of his head that was hit kwa the golf club, he felt warm blood splurt out the small cut on his head. Bamboozled, again, he got up, frowned, and saw the golf club. No doubt, Private was gone. 'I've been had!! The cheat!! The scoundrel!! The hooligan!!!' yelled Skipper furiously. Not a single hint of Lily was here either. 'Oh no, she's in the Psycho house!!! She should've knocked out Private and gone with me too!! She's doomed, Ms. Bates will kill her!! If not, be stopped kwa Private!! Wait a minute,' thought Skipper, grabbing the golf club, 'I have an idea, it will finish this investigation, and it will end the reign of the Bates family terror. It's not over yet Private, you'll see.' Skipper staggered a bit from the headache he recieved, and beat the door open with the golf club, he then ran to the house, through the grass, it had zaidi traction, so he was able to run to the house and find Lily. He had to end this story, end it kwa avenging Marlene.
