It's night. You'r

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

It's night. You'r

It's night. You're sitting in your bed, staring out the window, searching for something lost. But you can't remember what it is, or was. All you know is that it's out there...it's important...and it was once yours.

Perhaps you never used it, perhaps you did--once, maybe twice. Or more. But for some strange reason, you can't remember if you did or didn't. Or what effect it had on you. Or...where it is now.

As you awoke from a particularly bland and boring dream, the memory that you were missing this...thing slid into your head. As you sat in a haze between asleep and awake, you stared outside, scouring the landscape that, for one fleeting moment, was no longer the familiar world you saw every day.

So here you are, staring outside, searching.

And then you finish waking up.

And here you are, trying to remember what you were just doing.

Hm, you think, smacking your dry lips. The covers rustle as you reach for your water glass, which sits by your lamp on your nightstand like it does every night. That's really wierd...I can't remember my dream. It seemed important--almost real. Your hand meets cold glass and you close your fingers around it. You bring it to your lips for a satisfying sip, but you realize that it's empty.

"Darn," you whisper. You'll have to get out of bed to fill it up--but it's really cold, and you don't have socks on.

Eh, it's no big deal. You'll fill it up.

Throwing the covers to the side, you haul yourself out of bed. With every footstep towards the kitchen all memory of strange dreams and searches leaves you, and by the time you return to your comfy nest of blankets with your full cup of water, the night seems almost normal. That is, until you glance outside the window.

Something moves across the front of the moon, which is full and shines right through the middle of your window, lighting up your comforter. What could it have been? It seemed familiar...And perhaps it's the fact that you're still half asleep, half awake that you can sense it, but a powerful force beats from it. Calling you. Presenting opportunities that you absolutely cannot miss.

Without any hesitation you get back out of bed, but before you can even leave your bedroom you notice a puddle of water near your nightstand.

So that's where all my water went, you realize. I must've knocked it over. Upon closer inspection you realize that there's writing on the carpet, glowing faintly yellow from under the patch of wetness.

The writing is so interesting you don't even realize how strange it is that the puddle isn't soaking into the carpet, or wonder how the words got there. In fact, the words don't even seem scary to you, despite their suspicious nature.

Hello, person! You are one of the lucky few CBers to be chosen to go on a nice, relaxing, beautiful vacation over Lake Lelillo! (Lay-LIH-loh) If you do indeed come, and we absolutely hope you do decide to, you will be given a free getaway from work, school, and empty water glasses! Here at Lake Lelillo, you will have all-day access to the lake itself, the fun attractions, the ice cream stands, the hot dog stands, the hamburger stands, the steak stands, the spagghetti stands, and any other stand marked with a silver star. (Which is all of them, so please don't forget!) Your rooms will be huge and most of them will even overlook the lake! They will of course be inside our one and only Luxury Lake House, which you will live in until your stay comes to a close. Remember this is all completely free, free free! Please pack your things, bring an AE and/or CAPTCHA if you'd like, and wait with them by the nearest stream at sunrise tomorrow morning. As we always say: All inlets lead to Lelillo!

~Your Soon-to-be Chaperones, 

Cassy and Lily of Lake Lelillo 

How you read all that small print was beyond you. Will you go? It certainly seems relaxing enough. The choice is yours to make.

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I'll tell you all when the spots are closed, so join while you still can!

Please note that this is my second ski lodge, and it's kind of linked to my first. In a sense, it's the next part. I don't know if I should call it a part two, or what, but some things might reference the first ski lodge. Don't worry--I'm not going to make things super confusing. I'll explain things as I go--and I really need new CBers to join in. But I also need some CBers from my previous ski lodge to come. ('Course, they don't have to join if they don't want to; I'll understand.)

Here's another clue (if you didn't catch the others...) for the CBers who were in my first ski lodge, or read it, and wanted to be in this one:

What do you get when you cross a scorpion and a sloth?

Hehe, my alias isn't going to last the day. :D

submitted by Your Chaperones, Cassy and Lily
(January 1, 2017 - 11:51 am)

back to the Pudding's Place

THIS IS SO SCARY

submitted by Owlgirl
(June 22, 2017 - 11:03 pm)
Day Seven--Part Two
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Jayfeather was banging into walls left and right. There was absolutely no light, so he couldn't see anything, even though he was part cat.
Rose sitting room, he reminded himself, rubbing his throbbing forhead. The little note he had found taped to his wrist that morning had been a reply from the murderer itself. He was to meet the murderer in the Rose sitting room as soon as the game began.
Jayfeather eventually found the sitting room. It smelled like roses; all the food scents from the contest had drifted away to be replaced by its original perfume-y odor.
He waited and waited. Five minutes had passed when he felt a presence enter the room with him.
Jayfeather shivered and braced himself against the back wall. He heard a door close, then lock. A flashlight beam suddenly came to life, sweeping directly into Jayfeather's eyes.
A harsh whisper greeted Jayfeather's ears. "Jayfeather, you really shouldn't feel so bad about Echosong's death."
Jayfeather didn't answer, but rather grew more annoyed. Everyone said this. It never had any effect on him.
"She was going to die sooner or later, right?" continued the murderer.
"Yeah, but it wasn't going to be my fault. She died trying to protect me."
"I'm glad she did what she did, Jayfeather, because it would've been really bad if you'd seen what was in that cave."
"I GET it already," Jayfeather hissed. "Now are you going to do it or not?"
"I'm going to make a deal with you."
"Okay, go ahead." Jayfeather closed his eyes against the harsh light.
"If you help me out, I'll help you out. I need you to lure all the CAPTCHAs into the game room downstairs tomorrow night for me."
Jayfeather gasped. "What?!"
"Simple request. You've already killed Echosong."
Jayfeather's eyes opened and he tried to get a good look at the person shining the light in his eyes. Instead, the flashlight turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness again.
"No way," Jayfeather said. "No, I won't do it."
Silence.
"Um..."
The murderer had left the room.
"Hey!" Jayfeather shouted. "HEY! I'M THE DETECTIVE!" he shouted into the darkness. "BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT!"
A moment later, a piece of paper and a glowstick sailed through the doorway, hitting Jayfeather on the head and falling to the ground.
Jayfeather picked it up and unwrapped it. By the light of the red glowstick, Jayfeather could see what the note said:
  'Yeah right. I omitted your name from the list. I'm onto you, Jayfeather.'
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The CBers had disappeared like ash in the wind. They hid in various locations throughout the house, waiting for something to happen.
Thoughts raced through their heads:
If I can witness a death, I'll know who the murderer is...
  If I stay here, no one will find me...
  If I scream really loudly when--no, no, if I die, maybe they'll find me AND the murderer...
 WHERE THE HECK IS CINDERPEL--oh, phew. There she is.
  If the victim dies silently...I'll never find the body...and then EVERYONE will die...
  That last thought belonged to the detective, who just so happened to be our very own September. She was squished within a cupboard in a drawing room, her flashlight tucked under her arm and her neck bent at an uncomfortable angle. If everyone hides, well, if everyone hides and the murderer is the only person moving--September gulped, but her throat was too dry for the motion to be satisfying--then someone HAS to see who it is...they have flashlights, right?
Somehow she doubted this would happen. And hiding all alone in a dark room by yourself is not a good way to collect information to share with other people.
The lives of the other CBers rested in her hands. In her senses of hearing and her intuition. In her wits and her reflexes. What made this game so horrible was that someone had to die for it to end.
September knew that she had to get out of that cupboard eventually. But when was the best time to do it? She would wait a few minutes, then climb out.
Suddenly she heard scuffling from outside her cupboard. Footsteps...a click...a sigh...and the sound of the cabinet door below her opening. September's heartbeat quickened as someone climbed into the cupboard. What should she do? She was locked in!
September let herself calm down, then let her cupboard door swing open. She didn't dare use her flashlight, but instead stepped lightly to the ground. She tiptoed across the room, unlocked the door, and ran out, locking it behind her. She leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. Okay, she was safe for now.
No, scratch that.
She was vulnerable in this hallway. But she doubted if the murderer had night vision goggles. If she couldn't see very far, neither could the murderer.
September shimmied down the hallway nervously, searching for something that she most definitely did not want to find.
She was just turning a corner when a scream pierced the air, so loud it could be heard everywhere in the house.
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As soon as the game began, Shadow had flattened against the wall in her 2-D form and sped through the house at top speed. Where was the safest place to be? The darkest room. And while there was a bit of grayness to the interior of the mansion, perhaps from the light seeping in from behind the window blocks, Shadow knew there was one place that would provide maximum darkness: the game room downstairs.
She floated past the others, who were fleeing for their lives, until she zipped through an open door into the reception room. This room's interior was barely visible, but Shadow could navigate it just fine. She was a shadow, after all. She darted downstairs before anyone could see her.
Creeping down the stairs, Shadow felt a twinge of unease as the air grew warmer and darker. Still she descended, and as she reached the bottom step she realized that there was something strange about the room.
Unlike the rest of the mansion, whose power had been cut off and was completely still and silent, this room kind of...buzzed. As if the games were still...working.
Maybe she had found the murderer's weak link? The room it forgot?
Shadow took a tentative step into the absolute night.
Nothing happened, so she took another step. Catlike, she thought smugly. She had always been fond of cats.
And then the lights all turned on.
Shadow had just enough time to scream as shrilly, dramatically, and loudly as she could before her shadowy frame was vaporized by the hundreds of thousands of tiny lights strung about the room.
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Rest in peace, Shadow.
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And so the games had begun.
September's hair stood on end as the scream faded away. At this, her resolve fell to pieces, and she frantically popped into the nearest room she could find where she could hide and wait and be safe. No way was she going to search for the body. No, no, no, no, no way. Especially not when it had just happened. What if the murderer was still nearby? She shivered from underneath a dusty old bed with white sheets. Down here, no one could see her.
She shifted a little and suddenly saw that she was laying on a red glowstick. Her insides twisted with unease. Where had it come from...?
September heard swishing coming from the hallway. The sound of pants legs rubbing together--the sound of walking.
September held her breath and waited for the swishing to pass, but to her horror, it turned and entered the room!
  No, don't find me, don't find me, she thought desperately, trying futilelyto make herself smaller.
The swishing stopped by the bed, and September nearly fainted with fear as the figure flattened and rolled underneath the bed. WITH HER.
She held back a scream, but the other person wasn't so successful. They let out a surprised noise, then smothered their face in the dust bunnies on the floor.
When no one made a threatening move, the two calmed down, even though the murderer had probably heard them and, thought September, was coming their way. Possibly right that minute.
"Who's that?" whispered the other person.
"September," September replied.
"Oh, okay. It's me, Hotairballoon. Sorry about screaming."
"It's fine...I almost screamed too. But we should probably get out of here because I'm betting someone heard us."
Hotairballoon nodded, then followed September out from under the bed. They pressed themselves against the wall, then shimmied out of the room. Hotairballoon told September where everyone was.
"I saw Panda go that way," he whispered, "down the hallway to the left right there. And Cinderpelt and Autumn Leaves are hiding somewhere with her, and mostly everybody else is here with us around this strip of hall."
"How do you know all this?" September whispered back.
"I was being observant. I followed their flashlight beams out the door and then used logic to figure out where they went. Everybody thinks it's safer up here because it's not on the same floor as our rooms. It's not, of course, but at least they're not alone."
The two fell silent. "Maybe we should go downstairs," suggested September.
"No," Hotairballoon said. "That would make us a target. Up here, we're just two Chatterboxers among many. Plus, did you hear the scream from downstairs? We should be as far away from the murderer as possible."
"Okay, good logic."
The hallway grew darker and darker as the two walked and once they thought they heard someone following them, but the extra footsteps faded after a while without doing any harm.
"You can use your light as a weapon, you know," Hotairballoon said. "You can shine it in someone's eyes and they won't be able to see because their eyes will be adjusting to the glare."
"Good idea," September whispered.
"When are we going to hide?" asked HAB.
September slowed down. "Uhh...maybe we should split up...to hide."
"Why? Two heads are better than one, right? And if one of us dies, the other one can be a witness...Wait."
"Shhhh," September hissed.
"You're--"
"SHHHHHHHHHH! Don't announce it for all to hear."
Hotairballoon fell silent for a long time. But when September turned around to make sure he was still there, her blood ran cold--because he wasn't.
  He didn't want to draw attention to me, she told herself. He's just hiding.
  Maybe I should go back and look to see if he's not dead, she realized, stopping.
She inched back the way she came, but found no lumps in the hall, nor anything suspicious in the rooms she and Hotairballoon had passed.
Suddenly a light flicked on in the room she was passing. Her whole body was illuminated by the white glow of a flashlight, and her shadow fell upon the back wall in the room behind her--large, obvious, and totally not low profile.
  TRAP! screamed her mind.
"AHHHH!" screamed someone else, presumably the one who had turned on the flashlight.
Thumping came from the room in which her shadow was being cast. Suddenly, a sheet was thrown over her head and she was falling to the ground. Someone dragged her across the floor and into the room with the thumping...and then all was still. After a few more moments, the sheet was lifted from her body and her arms and legs were swiftly tied.
September could barely make out the blob-shaped face hovering above her, no less recognize it.
"September?!" it exclaimed. "Okay, you two bring her over there with the others."
Others? September wondered. She was dragged over to the corner of the room next to two other bound, shapeless forms. Leaning helplessly against the wall, she began to realize what was going on.
The flashlight that was directly across the hall, shining in the room they were in, served as a projector, and whenever anyone walked in front of it, their shadow was cast inside the opposite room. Those hiding in that room could watch for any passerby, and also throw sheets on them and tie them up--for safety measures, of course. You never knew when someone was a murderer or not.
Who had come up with this ingenious plan? September couldn't see the three CBers since they had returned to their shadowy hiding places, but she could've sworn the one who had spoken had sounded like Nighthawk.
The rope was cutting into September's wrists. She struggled, but it wouldn't loosen up. Whoever had tied it was really good with knots.
"Hey," she hissed. "Let me out! I have to keep searching!"
Suddenly, someone was at her side. Yes, it was Nighthawk, just as she had guessed. "Searching? For what?"
"Dead bodies," muttered September so that only Nighthawk could hear. Playing the detective card was her best option for escape. If Nighthawk is the murderer, then, well, too bad, thought September indifferently. The stress was willing her to give up anyway.
"You're the detective? But--hmm, well played back there. Okay, I'll cut you free. But shouldn't you, like, write that you're the detective somewhere? So that way if you die the game won't just go on forever?"
September realized that this was a very good idea. She let Nighthawk cut her free, then she wrote 'I am the detective' on her arm. Good. She could press her arm against her side to hide it from curious murderers, but if she died, anyone could read it.
"Thanks, Nighthawk," September said.
Nighthawk nodded, then returned to the shadows. "If you see Jayfeather," she added, her voice barely audible, "send him our way. We're mainly looking for him so he doesn't do anything stupid."
September whispered a confirmation that she had heard, then left the room and continued down the way. The halls were eerily silent. She kept hearing things, like footsteps or swishing sounds, but when she turned around, all fell silent.
She wished she had a partner to help her patrol, but she didn't. She had just made a full circle of the third floor when she decided it would be best to go downstairs and look for whoever had made that horrible scream...
September was just turning down a new hallway when she saw a flash of light and heard a hard thump directly in front of her.
She didn't care what was going on--she screamed as loudly as she could as she tripped over a warm, squishy lump.
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I've hidden a lot of clues in this particular phase of the ski lodge. See if you can pick them out!
submitted by Lily and Cassy, Lake Lelillo
(June 5, 2017 - 7:32 am)

I must be really unobservant, cause i didn't see any clues xD and usually i am pretty alert with stuff like that... great writing and plot twists again!! 

submitted by Nighthawk
(June 6, 2017 - 8:25 am)

Thank you! You'll probably find more hints/clues in the next installment.

submitted by Micearenice
(June 6, 2017 - 11:09 am)

Well, now I'm even more confused!! Somebody help me figure this out, and LilyCat! Stay alive!

submitted by Pepper Star
(June 5, 2017 - 3:04 pm)

This is the part where previously harmless phrases become suspicious: 

Day Seven--Part Three

Briar kept feeling like there was someone behind her, which is why she wanted to hide against a wall so that she could be sure that wasn't a possibility. Nighthawk's AE had been hiding in a small room for most of the game, but when she heard first scream, she'd grown uneasy and left to find a more suitable spot. A closet proved both comfortable and extra dark, and that is where she stayed until something large and heavy fell on her toes. She held back a shout of surprise, pulled her throbbing toes out from under the large and heavy thing, and decided to leave that horrible, mean, nasty, bad closet.

That proved to be a mistake.

Out in the hallway, Briar heard someone walking down the hall to her left. She considered going back into the closet, but the person was sure to have heard her. She squinted to see if she could tell who it was, but all of a sudden, a flashlight was glaring into her eyes. It turned off a moment later, leaving her disoriented and seeing white spots. Abruptly, something knocked her feet out from under her and she fell to the ground. A split second later, someone came crashing down on top of her, and the person who had tripped her retreated quickly into the depths of the darkness.

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"MURDER IN THE DARK! MURDER IN THE DARK!" screeched September, but the lights, for some reason, didn't turn on.

"WHERE?!" screeched Briar, squirming and writhing underneath September's weight.

"YOU'RE ALIVE???" September gasped, toppling off of Briar as the AE sat bolt upright.

"I THINK!" Briar screamed, looking left and right. "I THINK I MIGHT BE ALIVE!!! YES! I AM! I AM ALIIIIIIIVE!!!"

"Shhh," September said, coming to her senses. Briar was too hysterical to calm down.

"THEY WENT THAT WAY," she declared dramatically, pointing down the hall. It was too dark for September to see which way Briar was indicating, and the CBette placed a hand on Briar's mouth to quiet her down.

"We don't want them coming back!" hissed September. She let Briar take deep breaths through her nose before removing her hand so the AE could speak.

"Then let's get out of here!" Briar whispered frantically, standing up and knocking foreheads with September. The two stumbled around in the darkness for a moment before grabbing each others' hands and tearing back the way they came.

"Come on!" September said, pulling Briar down the hall. "I have to find the person who screamed!"

"You're the de--"

"SHHHHHHHHHHH!" September practically screamed. She turned a particularly hard corner and the two narrowly avoided smashing into the wall. They continued onwards without slowing.

"Which way is the right way?" Briar asked, tripping over a rug as September dragged her faster.

"Down," September answered. "But you're going to stay up here."

"Wha--?! Don't leave me!" Briar exclaimed.

"Look, if I don't find that body, the game will never end!"

"B--but--but if you die...then it will!"

September stopped running immediately, and Briar crashed into her. "What do you mean by that?"

"Um...nothing. I take it back," Briar said nervously. "Um...maybe I'll just stay here actually..." She hesitantly loosened her grip on September's hand, but a second later, it tightened tenfold. "Uh...Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" asked an annoyed September.

"T--there's something over there," Briar said, turning to look behind her.

Suddenly September heard it too--a subtle swoosh farther down the hall. And the sound was definitely getting louder.

"Hide!" Briar said, yanking September into an empty billiard room.

"NO!" protested September. "We'll be cornered! YOU'RE GOING TO GET US KILLED!" she shouted.

"SHHH," Briar ordered bossily. "Now hide."

"...this room is empty," September said flatly.

Briar blinked, peering through the formless gloom. "Oh." She shivered. "Oops."

September sighed angrily and sped out of the room. Briar squeaked and darted out to follow her. The two ran down the first hall they came across and emerged in a large living room, which was old and musty and slightly brighter than the rest of the house, most likely because it had more windows and was larger than any of the other rooms they had been in. Unfortunately, this was an old-fashioned living room and only had one door--the one Briar and September had just gone through.

That door closed. September looked back to see Briar locking it up.

"We're safe," breathed September.

Don't be too sure...

Many things happened at once:

The room became seemingly darker.

There was a swishing noise, followed by a thud.

Of course, there was some scuttling, confused foosteps, and someone asking what was going on.

Then came the chilling moan, pained and helpless, quiet and mumbled: "M...urderer...wins..."

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Rest in peace, September. :(

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All throughout the house, the lights flashed on with sudden insensitive certainty that the game was over. Everywhere throughout the house, CBers, AEs, and CAPTCHAs were feeling relieved, anxious, and blinded all at the same time. They sought each other out slowly, tentatively; unsure whether or not this was a false alarm.

"W--where's--what's going on?" asked Poetic Panda to Nighthawk, Autumn Leaves, and Cinderpelt.

"I dunno," Nighthawk replied. "I guess the game is over."

Autumn Leaves walked over to the four CBers they had caught during the game: Kate the Great, Dragonrider, Puck, and Joan. Sitting on their laps were most of the CAPTCHAs, excluding Holly and Luna. "We had to tie you up for safety," Autumn Leaves explained. "But we can untie you guys now. Sorry."

"It's totally fine," Joan replied cheerfully. "I'd much rather be safe in here than dead out there."

Autumn Leaves untied them, and the group made their way out into the hall.

As if by some unseen cue, the CBers all rejoined in the living room where the games had begun. There they murmured nervously among themselves, waiting. Waiting for what, they did not know, but they were most definitely waiting.

"...and then I decided to go all the way up into the attic," whispered Elvina. "That's when I heard the scream."

"I wonder who it was," replied Nighthawk.

"Is everybody here?" asked Booksy Owly. "Who's missing?"

The Chatterboxers did a head count and determined that Briar, September, Shadow, Brooklyn Newsie, Luna, and Wordsy were all missing from the group.

"Surely they aren't all--" Moonfrost spluttered.

"No, no, they can't be," Owlgirl said. "They're coming. They have to be out there somewhere."

"We should go look for them," suggested Cinderpelt.

"Some of them aren't out there," said Jayfeather angrily.

"Okay, Mr. Hopeless, you can stay behind while we go look for them in case they come here wondering where we are," snapped Cinderpelt.

"Fine. Ariel, are you staying with me?"

"Sure," Ariel shrugged.

Jayfeather huffed and sat down on an armchair.

Suddenly, Brooklyn Newsie walked in. "I thought I might find you guys in here," she said, looking slightly bewildered. "What's going on? Is the detective here? Who won?"

"...We don't know," Owlgirl said. "Is anyone here the detective?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Didn't think so."

"Oh. Well...Luna and Wordsy are on their way," Newsie said. "Wordsy really had to use the bathroom and refused to be left alone, so Luna stayed to guard the door." Brooklyn Newsie attempted a halfhearted laugh, but when that elicited no response, she frowned and shrugged. "Maybe one of them is the detective. I never asked."

Booksy sagged with relief that her Alter Ego was okay. Autumn Leaves was glad to hear that Luna was safe and sound, but there was still the question as to where Briar, Shadow, and September were. When they asked Brooklyn Newsie if they knew anything, the CBette could only shrug. "I didn't see them on the way."

Not surprisingly, everyone heard her unspoken message: It's probably pretty safe to guess what happened to them.

A few moments of anxious silence passed when they heard footsteps approaching in the hall. No longer did they shy away from footsteps, as they would've done had the game still been in progress, but rather did they run to see who made them. Wordsy, Luna, and Briar entered the living room.

"Hi," said the CBers. Wordsy and Luna didn't answer. Instead they looked to Briar, who looked down and instead of replying, mumbled, "September's dead."

Everyone gasped.

"She was the detective," Briar added.

Everyone gasped.

"How do you know she's dead?" asked Puck.

"Duh, I saw the body."

Everyone was silent.

Suddenly the phone on the side table began to buzz. Brooklyn Newsie went to answer it, and as soon as she touched it, a text bubble appeared on the screen. Brooklyn Newsie began to read out the words.

"'Good game, Chatterboxers. I guess that's one point for me, then.'" Brooklyn Newsie's face was one of disgust. "'You did well on your first try. Have you gotten any clues yet? Nevermind; if you haven't you surely will soon. I'm giving you the day off to sift through your information.'"

Newsie read on, and the murderer went on to announce September and Shadow's deaths. After that, the phone recieved another text. It was a screenshot of a scoreboard; a sheet of paper with a line going down the middle. To one side of the line was the word 'me' and on the other side was the word 'Chatterboxers'. 'Me' had one tally mark below it. Then the phone went dark.

The CBers sat in silence to register this information.

"How do you kill a shadow?" Moonfrost asked numbly.

"Probably with bright lights," suggested Elvina.

"I guess so."

"What should we do?" asked Ice Wolf.

"I think...some of us should find Lily and Cassy and the staff and see if they're okay," said Dragonrider. "Some of us should look for the...erm, the bodies. And then some of us should probably start unblocking the windows."

The CBers split up into three groups and ran off. 

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submitted by Lily and Cassy, Lake Lelillo
(June 6, 2017 - 11:21 am)

*gapes* wow. that was incredible Micearenice!

i can't believe i freaked out like that.

yea you were hysterical xp

shut up.

anyway, can't wait to see what happens next!!  

submitted by Nighthawk
(June 7, 2017 - 8:48 am)

Thank you so much, Nighthawk!

Chip says, "Cbbb." I think you're on to something, Chip! 

submitted by Micearenice
(June 22, 2017 - 6:23 pm)

Ohmygoshohmygosh you are simply remarkable!!! My heart was pounding during that. Ahhh!!! I'm alive!!!!

submitted by Owlgirl
(June 22, 2017 - 11:13 pm)
submitted by TOP
(June 13, 2017 - 8:56 am)
submitted by TOP @Micearenice
(June 15, 2017 - 8:05 am)

That was SO GOOD! 

submitted by Kate-the-Great
(June 21, 2017 - 3:17 pm)

Thanks!

submitted by Micearenice
(June 22, 2017 - 6:24 pm)

Wow......so I forgot I was in this ski lodge. And I forgot I was the first to join....this has literally been going since the beginning of 2017. I am going to read now from the beginning....who knows, maybe by the time I get to this comment something terrible will have happened to me. *shudder* No idea! 

submitted by Owlgirl, age 13
(June 21, 2017 - 3:27 pm)

Hello, me from the past.

submitted by Owlgirl
(June 22, 2017 - 11:15 pm)
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