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La Nouche's Dream Journal-Chp 7


• Goes to some weird house

• Don’t remember much, but I know going thru quite a long journey

• Someone pick up snake, thought is fake, throws into drain

• Try to cross drain but got bitten

• Think gonna die but see was not snake but huge lizard

• Be carried down a long hallway

• Person carrying me calling for someone from Hogwarts

• Breaking into really, really lots of cold sweat

• The bite somewhere near the butt, painful when try to pinch out poison

• Given rest, seeing a Harry Potter sticker with Snape in it, grabs it hard

• Sees Snape, call out for him before fainting

• Got pinched on the wound again to get out poison, scream like hell, everyone watching including Snape

• Been carried somewhere to lie down

• Wake up in weird house, find myself traveling with a group

• As if checking out M. Night Syamalan’s movie set

• Hear lots of weird stuff and seeing lots of weird stuff

• Decide to leave when heard distant scream

• Sees lots of ghosts and ghouls around

• Make a run for it through the ghouls, the group traveling with dunno go where, must have moved through back door

• Reach outside, see M. Night there, complaining how scary

• Find out all fake people, scold him endlessly, try to interview him but suddenly dunno go where

• Group traveling with disappear, no ride home

• Someone offer me to stay at the house but refused, scared

• Gave me a ride home using a weird ball craft

• Played a prank on passerby, got chased

• Quickly run after retrieving stuff stolen by the chaser

• Zoom all the way home

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