Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Lord Byron visits the Peculiar 14th floor dept store part 2

Ian,Annastasia and Simon slowly crept down the side hallway,
where Orson Bellair's cozy corner office was situated

Shh....Ian whispered....Simon,look around the corner....
Simon glanced back towards the elevator nervously..
Check....the coast is clear....Simon said
I hope it's not Lands End...or we are in trouble....Ian giggled

Now now....let us get to buisness...Anastasia said briskley....
ok...luv.....lets see if this key works...Ian jiggled a skull and crossbone key....

Click.....My Aunt FANNY...it worked....Simon gasped....
Of course it did....They don;t call me safecracker for nothing...Ian exclaimed..

Anastasia crept in the office slowly,like a Russian minx cat...there...it is on desk
ahh...not to clever..keeping in full view...Mr.Bellair's isn't too bright...

Am I not?....Orson smiled

Ian screeched like a banshee and jumped nearly into Simon's arms...
give over....Simon exclaimed...

Anastasia....blushed and said....This crystal ball needs a cleaning and your desk too
Ah...the crystal ball....that is not it....here is the real mcoy....

Orson turned and wheeled in a silver cart with giant crystal ball on top
It is very red....Ian said

I was about to call you up here Anastasia,before this break in
It is my fault...I was curious...and I like capers....Ian confessed

YES....give me that key....Orson said demurely....
IAN handed over the skull and crossbone key....

I have spares....Ian whispered to Simon

pardon...?....Orson glared.....

Oh,nothing....Ian replied....

On the sales floor...Miss Battleaxe was miffed

Where in the blazes is everyone....it's like a ghost town

Suddenly Ian was scrambling down onto the salesfloor screaming

RUN.....for God,Queen and country....run for your lives!!!!!

GHOST!!!!!!!!

Suddenly a bright flaming blue form
flew over Pippa and Miss Battleaxes heads.....Woosh....

I just got my hair done....Pippa complained.....

Anastasia....came running behind Ian with a strange box

Come Back....vait.......me have to say incantation.....!!!!!!

Orson Bellairs looking pale as a sheep followed behind

I need an exorcist......he blustered by....

Simon was last.....This store is a blast

hiss sizzle......crack....pop

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