Our story begins on the Eve of All Hallows, 1974. Twelve year old school friends Shelley, Julie and Joanna are staying at Shelley’s Aunt Gertrude’s large, Victorian house in the quiet, suburb of Surbiton, Surrey, just a few miles outside central London.
CHAPTER 1 : ESCAPE FROM GERT
“I bet it’s colder than a witches tit out there.”
“Shhhhhhhhhhhh Jo, you could wake the dead.”
Pulling their costume cloaks around them in anticipation of the damp, night air, the three girls quietly tip toe across the kitchen to the back door. Closing it gently behind her, Joanna speaks, again a little too loudly.
“You got the book, Shell?”
A clearly irritated Shelley pokes the long nail of her index finger into the small of Joanna’s back causing her to yelp like a wounded puppy.
“Ooooh Shhhhhh, why don‘t you? It won’t matter if I have a million books if we get caught …”
Gesturing towards the angular shape under her cloak, Shelley continues.
“… and what the hell do you think this is? Old Nick?”
Joanna stifles a laugh into a pig-like snort as Julie shines the torch under her chin and addresses Shelley in her best Transylvanian accent.
“Don’t wet your neeckers, Meestress. Bwaa hahahahaha!”
Arms around each others shoulders the two collapse in fits of laughter as Shelley marches purposefully past, glances back and shakes her head.
“You’ll be laughing on the other side of your faces if she wakes up, she’ll have our guts for garters.”
Julie stifles another laugh as a suddenly serious Joanna decides to share her unique, though not always helpful, thoughts.
“I never did understand what that meant. How can you possibly laugh on the other side of your face? Unless your Cousin It of course. Then again, I‘m not sure he can laugh, I mean, have you ever heard him? Maybe he doesn‘t have a mouth on any side of his head, it's hard to tell, don't you think?”
Turning to Julie, Joanne expands on her theory.
“Assuming Cousin It is a boy of course, do you think he could be a girl? I suppose it’s possible, does anyone else have a view on this? Jules?
Julie is almost hysterical as a frustrated Shelley rolls her eyes heavenward.
“What it means, Flumkopft, is Aunt Gert has ways of putting that smile round the back of your head if she finds us out of bed at this time of night, that’s what it means!”
Joanna pulls a face at Shelley’s back, links arms with a still giggling Julie and they chorus in unison.
“Ooooooooh, we’re sooooooooo, scared!”
Shelley quickens her pace, glancing over her shoulder again, thankfully the house is still in darkness.
“Trust me, you will be, hell hath no fury like Aunt Gert on the war path.”
... continued Part Two...
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summerbreeze916
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Oct 27 @ 7:30PM
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You already have my interest. On to Part 2!  
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misschoos
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Oct 27 @ 8:46PM
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I need to concentrate to read this, and although I gave it a quick scan earlier and left kudos, I will read them both properly tomorrow...it's been a busy day today. 
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sweetxy
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Oct 27 @ 10:19PM
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I won't make any wish as i never celebrate so I'll be fine  , your story is interesting,,thank you for sharing
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misschoos
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Oct 28 @ 6:09AM
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Yes, busy in a good way.
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misschoos
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Oct 28 @ 6:17AM
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I didn't leave the kudos either, I forgot. 
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