<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Sable_night_by_squirrelshaver-d4zzdsn.jpg)</div><strong>Lacey Bruce</strong><br/><br/>With a startled yelp, Lacey dropped the tea kettle back onto the heat.  Iron clattered on iron as it settled back on and began to whistle.<br/><br/>“R.C.!” she cried in delight and ran to hug the old grey plushie to her bare breasts.<br/><br/>After a moment, though, her brain woke up from her simple relief to find her beloved doll, and it sank in that she hadn’t seen it earlier…<br/><br/>“What’s going on here…” she whispered.  Her blood ran cold and she started for the cane she’d left by the door.  She lifted it like a rapier while hugging her squirrel to her chest.  “I don’t know who’s in here, but this isn’t funny!”<br/>