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"I do hope you enjoy the view of the fire. Quaint is it not?"
 * J was by this time a quivering, shivering wreck ... tears streaked her face and mingled with the soot and smoke from the hands of the ogre. This slavering beast ran a gnarled bony finger down her cheek and whispered to her low and menacingly .... ||

Tell me a story.... It was a dark and stormy night; the clouds hung low and the dogs were howling at the moon shimmering in the sky. Those low clouds periodically sprinkled rain that dripped noiselessly from a thousand thousand leaves in the forest surrounding the mysterious castle that J had seen in a clearing only a few minutes before. The castle was dark except for a single flickering light in the tower.

Suddenly the light flickered off.

J checked the face of her cell phone to see if she was going to miss her dinner date at Caribbean a Go-Go. She had another two hours before she needed to be in the shower. Might as well go scratch that curiosity nerve that had to find out what was up in the tower. J took three steps forward before she heard the rumbling. She was starving! It was at that moment that my heart skipped a beat. I watched in horror as a deformed, decrepid, and strange colored ogre suddenly and forcefully grabbed her by the waist and dragged her up flights of steep, winding stairs to the tower that she now was not as interested in seeing anymore. She clawed and kicked at the ogre, but to no avail. He held her with an iron lock, so that she could do nothing to escape, she felt desperate, furious, pathetic and frightened and she had no idea which emotion to go with. He carried her higher and higher into the tower, where he had made a roaring fire for his next feast.

Now is the time for all great minds to come to the rescue and continue this adventure

//Image citation: FFgoatee, "mondnacht on Flickr." __mondnact__. 21 June 2005. 15 Oct 2006 &lt;[|http://www.flickr.com/photos/ffgoatee/20789862/&gt;.]//