Barbra and Brandon drive back home."We should tell her on boxing day,"Barbra told her ex-husband.He nodded.
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The man darted downstairs."Let go of the knife!"He stepped towards Debby.Deamon seized his chance and leaped up the stairs.

"Debby!"The man screamed as Debby chased Deamon up the stairs."You can't escape~,"She sang,picking up a vase and throwing it at the floor;chips of glass blue flowers splayed on the floor.

Deamon ran into Barbra and Brandon's bedroom,the room he saw the day he killed Blotchy.Debby chased him inside,cackling maniacally.

"Deamon's gonna die today!"Debby stabbed the patch of the unused bed Deamon was next to;fluffy feathers and springs guttered through the air.She howled and slashed at where she had last seen the cat.

Fear sliced through Deamon's heart as he huddled into a shoebox.
"I know you're in there!"Silver stabbed the air next to him,slightly cutting his left ear.He pushed up.

Debby cackled and removed the knife.Deamon leaped out of the box and darted out of the room.She pursued.

Deamon darted into the bathroom."Ah,where you killed HIM!" Debby stabbed the glass,shattering it.Shards of glass dug into his paws as he ran onto a toilet seat.

"DIE DEMON!"Debby cackled like the Wicked Witch Of The West, stabbing into the plastic next to Deamon.He leaped atop the shower.

"Devil!"Debby howled,stabbing the glass.

CRACK!

Deamon fell to the ground,blood railing after him as he ran out of the room.Debby cackled and chased after him,into her bedroom.

Passing a pink bed,Deamon hid under teddies."Where are you?" Debby passed the teddies,unknowing of her foe's location.

"There you are!"Debby sliced the teddy next to Deamon;she reminded the cat of Vladimir,one of his previous incarnations.They should call her Deborah The Impaler.