<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">Not to much later the neko maid was leaving the room. Stashed in her apron pocket were cookies but there was a bit of blood smeared on her lips. A pink tongue came out and licked it off with a purr rumbling in her throat. Behind her a mess of blood. Little limbs and bodies were laying on the floor of the cookie workshop room. In one hand was a pointed ear, she not started to toss it up in the air and catch it as the door shut behind her. "Shall we?" She asked pulling the knife from the wall. It occurred to her that her little blood thirst had been quenched . For now, the gremlin was safe. In given time the scent of cookie making would be starting up again, ghoulish elf ghosts would be going on in their forever sequence of cookie making.<br/>
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A small smile curled on her lips. The sound of wings flapping as the crow swooped up and landed on her shoulder. "Here.  A treat." She said watching it's beak take the ear. The head tilted back and in a gulp the ear was gone. "Good good." She said stroking it's neck as she turned from the room and proceeded down the hall. "I tell you...if they had been making Halloween cookies...they might have lived." She said quietly, her tail twitching one way then the next. One had to be careful around the neko...she had a habit of taking care of guests she didn't care for.<br/>
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One could say that was bad for business....<br/>
But the spirits that lingered brought in guests, so maybe it was a good thing. </span>