On the second day we had a quest planned. We have been choosing for a long time. A little detective, a little scary, a little complicated … In general, they chose. In the description: two skulls and two keys)) This must be what it means, a little scary, a little complicated)))
In fact, we squealed in horror. At the very beginning, Natasha found two bits in the fireplace, and I no longer let go of the weapon from my hands. I could not think at all and dreamed of getting out as soon as possible. Sasha, Natasha and Anton were a great team. I just looked around and panicked. In the dimly lit room, the TV turned on, cupboards slammed, books fell out… When the small door was banged or scratched, we all yelled together. And when the skeleton fell out of the closet … There were three rooms in total. We found all the keys, poor Johnson, and got out ten minutes before time ran out. It was super.
Detective Johnson, unfortunately, did not survive( Detective Johnson, unfortunately, did not survive(
We discussed it all the way. Home, of course, late and were scolded by the cat. I quickly went to feed Skizon, Sasha and Anton continued some kind of conversation already on the balcony, and Natasha went into the bedroom. A second later she jumped out of there screaming. I shuddered, dropped the cat jar and rushed off to look. Of course, her first thought was that the cat had frightened her. But then who is poking a cold nose at me?!
“There!!” Natasha screamed.
I rushed to the bedroom. On the window pane, approximately in the middle, a slightly blurry print was visible … paws? I might mistake it for a cat, but… I’m a Supernatural fan. And we just came from the Quest. Therefore, I clearly saw the cast of the ghoul’s paw, no less. Or a werewolf. Doesn’t matter. It looked weird and scary. I screamed too. Natasha supported me)) The men came running. Well, they screwed up! There were many such prints on the second glass. There Skizi catches flies) Hunting grounds, so to speak.
I didn’t even consider what it was! I was immediately frightened! — Natasha told, laughing.
We were all laughing and Sasha was stroking the cat. Skisey was shocked. They run, they scream. But that didn’t stop him from finishing off the half can of pâté I dropped.
— Well, I’m sorry, little one, they scared you! — We lamented, and helped Sasha stroke the cat.
“Ururuuuu!!” he grumbled, rightly believing that for half a can of food he could endure.
Oh, how sweetly we slept that night! No one forked nests, no one trampled on us, no one rushed about! What can not be said about the guests! The cat went to sleep with them)))) Apparently, he liked Natasha.
