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Poisoning

 A bit of 'The Art of Poisoning' by Creature Feature

Joe hears Cleo invite someone in each night, and the radio goes on. He hears singing to some songs with a torrible smell, only for the two to leave after an hour or so. The door opens a long while later. Each morning, another hermit is found dead. Poisoned seemingly.

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Joe woke up to the sound of a door opening. Some wind chimes tingled, showing it was the front door. He sat up slowly as voices came every once in again, some bumps and bangs going around in the kitchen a room over. He rubbed his eyes, placing his glasses on his nose when he heard a familiar sound: 

An old radio stuttering and crackling on. A few glass objects fell on the hard floor, to some mild cursing. A quiet yelp was heard, then loud arguing till a loud shushing. Then the radio turned on, buttons being pressed till the right station was on. Some drum beats and keyboard notes for around a minute or so, the two stomping and clapping as the old stove cracked on.

Sounds of pots and pans hit around, water faucets on and off, cabinets opening and closing. Joe knew every one of them. Spices cabinet, the fridge, and then the...

What cabinet was that? Was that a lock and key? Wait. It was Cleo's private cabinet. She kept in under literal lock-and-key, about ready to kill Joe if he opened it.

Then singing came, in and out of the radio. "Di nun nah nuh tah eeta vee" Joe heard through his bedroom door. He got up, and crawled over to it, trying to hear the lyrics better.

"At any moment you may be a hapless victim of-" the two called, throwing some liquid into the pot- "POISONING!"

Joe yelped, clapping his hand over his mouth. The sing-along stopped for a moment, then went on. "You might invest unknowingly, something strange in your coffee..."

After a minute, Joe stood up. He leaned himself against the door to listen one last time, when he saw the crack. The crack in the door; showing it wasn't closed all the way. Great time to have an open-out door.

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CLIFFHANGER

I'm tired and its 1 am so I-

Am NOT sleeping right now!

Bye little snakes!

(388 words)

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