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Get the hell out of my house!!! "Mavis screamed in a high pitched squeal."

Mavis looked out through the dusty attic window with her black eyes glaring. Her shoulder length silver hair shimmered against the mid-day sun. Her pale translucent skin showed the wrinkles time had so abundantly given her. The bags under her eyes were puffy, but not so much as the puckered cheeks beneath them. Mavis's jowls flapped as she uttered her scorns to the non-hearing below. Her lips moved with a grotesque distortion as she muttered to herself. The housedress she wore was frayed at the edges, and was stained with perspiration from her long, labored life. When she shook her fists at the new folks below, the loose dough like skin on her upper arms shook violently. Her clenched fists showed every vein, as her large angular knuckles smashed against each other with every move of her hand. With each word Mavis grunted her heavy bosoms would jiggle against the large, old, attic window which Mavis was pressed so tightly against.

"Here they come again another couple of idiots with their high and mighty talk, and their uppity attitudes." Mavis said with a vengeful glare. "Just look at those dresses, another slut, that hemline must be near half a inch over her knee. I know the type; she looks just like Annabelle May, that man-stealing bitch that was messing with my Johnny. No Miss Prissy Pants is gonna invade my house, not then, not now, not ever. I won't take it, not again, no sir ree, not again. You can bet your watch on that one! Just let them step out of line just once, that's about all I can stand, and I can't stand for no more."

Mavis repositioned herself against the vintage window pane to get a better view of the hefty man entering her home.

"That must be her husband, I'm surprised the movers didn't just roll that there tub of lard in, he's as big as a barn. He just better watch himself when it comes to siting on my good furniture. Or I'll just poke him a good one. Heck, I'll poke him a good one just for the fun of it. I haven't had myself some good old fun in a long spell now, its about time Mavis Ann Brown shows these folks the ropes. I won't go too far this time. I'll keep myself in line, for the time being that is."

Mavis hovered over the dirty plywood floor in the attic to think and rest her old tired soul. She had been around for a long, long while, since the dawn of time. She knew her mission well. It was easy for her. Not in so much that she had completed it so many times in the past, for she had. It was human nature she relied on. She could count on it every time. As Mavis peered down at the new couple moving in, her cold heart raced with delight. She smiled a grin of malice with the thought of the new path their lives would take. Her old decayed teeth reflected against the stream of sunlight like rotted driftwood. Mavis's tender gums, which were almost gone, appeared a blackish yellow hue and oozed a foul smelling, sticky gray substance. Mavis massaged her aching gums and as she did she thought,

Move into my house of splendor.

The cost is high you'll have to render.

Do not worry over legal tender.

My price is simple, your immortal soul.

I must have that to be whole.

So move right into my lair.

Let the games begin for every player.

(please contact Carrie for the rest)