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Subject: ...Haunted by my own ghost...

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Vicki
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Date Posted: 09:32:36 03/17/04 Wed
In reply to: Martin 's message, "Im here" on 09:09:18 03/17/04 Wed

�Whoa!� Vicki gasped and laughed as he rushed up to the house like an excited little kid. She was feeling like a kid herself too. �Hold on. Let me find the key!� She stepped up on the old porch and shuddered. Her eyes were fixed on the old siding. She kneeled beside the door and knocked on the chipped siding in a few place. Finally she started ripping away a board, revealing a hole behind it. She stuck her hand in, grimacing when she brushed against a spider web, and pulled out a wooden box. The hinges of the box creaked as she opened it. Inside was a key chain full of keys, an envelope full of money, and a flashlight. There was also a note. Vicki snatched it out of the box and stuffed it in her pocket without looking at it. The board was put back into place. She stood and flipped through the keys and found the right one and unlocked the door. It creaked loudly as it swung open. The place had a musty smell. Furniture covered in white sheets leered at her like ghosts from the living room. She touched the stair rail and found that everything was covered in a layer of dust. �Welcome home.� She muttered grimly, her cheerful mood melting away, and vanished into the kitchen where she turned on the electricity.

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Its like you... perfect Martin 10:30:24 03/17/04 Wed

...Far from perfection... -- Vicki, 10:49:37 03/17/04 Wed

Re: ...Far from perfection... -- Martin, 12:32:37 03/17/04 Wed

...I remember... -- Vicki, 13:19:53 03/17/04 Wed

Re: ...I remember... -- Martin, 15:07:51 03/17/04 Wed

...The heavy weight on my shoulders... -- Vicki, 15:22:10 03/17/04 Wed

Re: ...The heavy weight on my shoulders... -- Martin, 16:45:44 03/17/04 Wed

...I'm trying to stay calm for you, baby, but it's hard... -- Vicki, 18:15:13 03/17/04 Wed

Re: ...I'm trying to stay calm for you, baby, but it's hard... -- Martin, 19:15:57 03/17/04 Wed

...Packing up the good and the bad... -- Vicki, 07:51:40 03/18/04 Thu

Re: ...Packing up the good and the bad... -- Martin, 08:24:06 03/18/04 Thu

...Relief... -- Vicki, 08:34:49 03/18/04 Thu

must eat.. before... stomatch.. EATS ME! lol -- Martin, 10:21:43 03/18/04 Thu

...Laughter... -- Vicki, 11:14:54 03/18/04 Thu