The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)
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				Title: <strong>The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 00:29:22</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://images3.realestate.co.nz/edi/PROFESS001/photos/PRF120663-1.jpg)</div><br>The house stood empty and dark for months while the neighborhood changed around it. A new dormitory on the other side of campus pulled many of the students away, and most of the houses on Pine Street needed new owners. This made them affordable enough that, for the first time since they were built in the 1950s, single people could have these houses to themselves.<br><br>And move in... alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 16:26:10</strong>
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				Samantha pulled into the driveway. It had been some time since she moved in officially. Almost a week but there was still alot of unpacking to do. As she parked the car and headed inside after a long day she tossed her keys on the table and headed to the kitchen. She needed to relax. On her way past it she turned on the television on what ever random station she had shut it of on. Got herself a bottle of wine and a glass returning to the couch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 06:05:39</strong>
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				The TV image rolled for a moment, before settling on The Adventures Of Ozzie And Harriet (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/ff/Ozzieharriet.jpg), a remnant of the 1950s, much like the house and most of the decor inside it. Most of the furniture had been left behind, and everything that she hadn't brought with her had a similar old-fashioned feel, although it seemed in good condition. Apparently the last owners, three or four students, had left a few boxes in the attic as well. Whatever was in there was hers now, and would need to be sorted, or dumped sight unseen, before she could unpack and really make the house her own. She still had to put her clothes away in the empty old wardrobe and chest of drawers, for one thing.<br><br>The picture was clearer than she might have expected from a rerun half a century old. Obviously the new TV was helping, but the black and white was crisp and clear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 14:56:21</strong>
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				She sat in her pant suit leaning back into the couch. Wine in hand she took several sips. She didn't get this show really, however she watching it based on the fact that she couldn't find the remote near her. Her jet black hair shined in reflection of the televisions bombarding images. Taking a huge sigh it felt good to be away from work and even though she wasn't 100% comfortable yet....home
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 17:47:23</strong>
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				The show reached a commercial break, and the screen flickered as it went back to colour, advertising perfume with images of a starlet smiling coyly at an anonymous hunk in a half-open shirt.<br><br>As Samantha leaned back, she felt a light breeze run over her hair, cool and gentle. It almost felt as if it had lifted one lock of her hair and let it go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 18:37:24</strong>
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				Samantha looked up but didn't bother to move her head as she continued to watch the television. She just assumed there was a draft or some window open. She however started to feel rather sleepy. With the television still on she laid down relaxing. Her t-shirt coming just above her bellybutton.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 19:21:43</strong>
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				As she moved to lie down, it definitely felt like the draft held her hair for a moment, almost like someone letting it slip through their fingers.<br><br>The couch was soft, but not quite comfortable enough to do more than doze on. As she did, she caught snatches of sound from the TV. <br><br>" - you've found this time. What are you - "<br><br>" - can hardly date her, can I?"<br>"Well, why not? She's all by herse-"<br><br>She opened her eyes as she felt another cool breeze over her belly, looking down to find her shirt tucked in again. She must have done it in response to the chill.<br><br>It was dark outside, and the house was dimly lit as much by the television as by the yellowish light coming through the old-fashioned lampshade she would probably need a stepladder to replace. The TV was now showing an equally old movie - a girl in a flaring circle skirt and ponytail looking lost on an Ivy League campus. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 19:42:08</strong>
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				"I've gotta find the DvD player." she comments as she slugishly sits up. She untucks her shirt and heads towards the bathroom. It's late so she decides to take a shower before making a little dinner and relaxing. Entering the bathroom she turns on the shower and lets it warm. A process she learned last time takes longer then she expected. She had jumped out of that freezing cold shower faster then lighning.<br><br>She derobed and made sure the water was hot before stepping in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 19:53:48</strong>
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				The water pipes thumped and rattled now and then as the steam began to rise, forming condensation on the shower curtain. Stepping out of her flat shoes, sliding off her pants and pulling off her T-shirt, she stood a moment in her plain cotton bra and panties, checking the heat before nodding and slipping them off as well. <br><br>The warm water soothed tired muscles.<br><br>She must have left the door open, because the draft rippled the shower curtain, like someone running a hand lightly over it. <br><br>The draft almost seemed to be following her around the house. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 14:04:31</strong>
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				She really paid no attention to the odd effects of the wind. Washing and letting the hot water beat down on her cool skin. Easing away the tension of the day. The water beaded down her slim body to the floor of the shower leaving small trails that hugged her curves as she relaxed and finally started to feel a bit better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 21:22:52</strong>
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				Samantha stepped out of the shower, towelled off and slipped on her bathrobe, feeling relaxed and comfortably warm. <br><br>Her washing basket was nearly full, she realised as she added the day's clothes to it.<br><br>Looking over her options for tomorrow, she had a pair of jeans and another of slacks ready, as well as the skirts she rarely needed to wear, kept for meetings and interviews like the one pair of high heels she had next to her flats and running shoes under her chest of drawers.<br><br>But the only nightdress she could find in her drawer was one given to her by a former boyfriend, a knee-length pastel pink thing trimmed with lace. Her pyjamas and cotton nightshirts must all be in the wash...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 21:31:05</strong>
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				She sighed.<br><br>"Why do I even keep this thing around?" she asked herself as she slipped into it after she dried off. She redirected the towel to her hair and wrapped her head in it to let the towel soak up more of the water. She walked to the front door making sure it was secure and locked.<br><br>Returning she pulled out the slacks. They had belonged to a pant suit but she had ruined the top long ago. Now they just were substatues for when she was running low on options. She found her matching top and got them all hung with care ready for the next day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 21:56:58</strong>
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				She hung up the plain top and slacks, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Mike had always liked her in the nightdress, even if she didn't. It was comfortable enough, but still...<br><br>Sliding into bed, feeling the dress try to slip up and adjusting it, she finally managed to get comfortable. Before long, she was asleep.<br><br>She woke to the sound of The Glenn Miller Orchestra playing Moonlight Serenade (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n92ATE3IgIs), and realised after a few moments that it was her clock radio. Moving it around in the room must have retuned it to an oldies station.<br><br>Opening her eyes, she found no sign of the clothes on their hanger.<br><br>Getting up, she realised that the hanger had fallen off in the night, and now her slacks and top were marked with dust from the corner of the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 22:08:30</strong>
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				Sighing she cursed a bit. They were far to rumpled and dusty. She really didn't feel like washing them at this point. God that song was annoying she went over and turned off the radio. She reset her alarm an hour earlier so she could find another outfit and tried to get some sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 23:27:38</strong>
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				Wake Up Little Susie (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pabt0QXJ_GY) rattled out of the radio, stirring Samantha out of a fitful sleep.<br><br>She nearly tripped over a pair of shoes as she bent down to retrieve her fallen pants. The only high heels she'd unpacked so far, pulled out as if she had been planning to wear them.<br><br>She was right, her slacks would need washing. That left one pair of jeans and her small selection of skirts and dresses, as well as a few plain tops and shirts before she would need to resort to wearing a blouse.<br><br>Opening her underwear drawer, she found she was down to her fancier things - all of her plain bras and panties must have been in the wash.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 16:01:09</strong>
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				She blew her breath as she ran her hand threw her hair looking at her selection. She pulled out her longer skirt and blouse. They went together but she hated the idea of wearing them. Everything was political to her and she didn't want to appear to fall into the typical "woman in the workplace" steriotype. She wanted to give a feeling that she was willful.<br><br>She got ready for work wearing the skirt and blouse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 16:55:14</strong>
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				She filled the wash basket, made a note to buy washing powder, and got ready to leave the house dressed in silk underwear, a skirt and soft blouse. At least she still had a clean pair of jeans for when she got home.<br><br>Picking up her pair of slip-on flats, the sole of one cracked and fell off onto the floor. Looking at the shoes she had, she realised that with this outfit she would have to wear the kitten heels as well.<br><br>Looking in the mirror, she looked less like an account manager and more like a stereotypical secretary.<br><br>As she stepped outside, a cool breeze blew around her exposed legs, feeling quite comfortable in the warm morning air. <br><br>One of her neighbours, a young man who had moved in across the street, smiled and said "good morning!" to her as she opened her car door. He normally just waved.<br><br>Karen, the receptionist at the office, raised her eyebrows as she saw her. "You look really nice today Sam. Are you meeting the boss or something?" She smirked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 16:31:14</strong>
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				"Long story" is all she said with a sigh as she went to work. People commenting at her the rest of the day stressing her out as if she had done something wrong by wearing what was clean. God forbid.<br><br>After work it felt good to get home and she immediately upon entering the house started to remove the items that had caused her co-workers to give her so much slack. <br><br>In her underwear she moved around the house getting supper prepared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 16:57:06</strong>
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				The men around the office did seem to be paying her more attention, the other women looking at her sidelong. One of the IT boys held the door for her at lunch, and gave her a smile as he did...<br><br>Even in the small heels, her feet hurt after a day, so bare feet on the carpet felt good as she started to undress. The draft through the house was warm as it slid across her body.<br><br>Reaching the bedroom, she was reminded that all could wear now were blouses, skirts and dresses, apart from one pair of jeans and a few plainer tops. It was definitely time to try the washer-dryer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 17:22:22</strong>
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				With dinner in the oven she grabbed the first load of laundry and placed them in the washing machine. Adding the detergent and turning it on. She scratched her chest. Her bra was far to itchy so she took it off and replaced it with a dirty t-shirt. <br><br>"Muuuch better" she said as she checked on dinner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 17:37:47</strong>
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				She started with all her pants, listening to the churning of the machine as she went to check on her dinner. The microwave pinged and she pulled the package out, checking on the kettle as she headed for the living room.<br><br>Boxes still covered half the floor. She really needed to start using the attic if she wanted floorspace. And checking the TV, she needed to call the cable people - the only channel she could get reliably as that oldies station, currently showing a sitcom called December Bride (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_Bride).
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 17:44:13</strong>
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				She set down the hot meal and picked up two boxes. As it cooled off she can clear up some room to actually eat.<br><br>She walked to the hallway and reached for the cord hanging from the ceiling giving it a yank and pulling down the stairs. It was a pain climbing the wood ladder. She set the boxes down and examined her hip. Pulling a splinter out.<br><br>"Ouch." she said calmly as she looked around the attic for how she was going to organize her things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 17:51:15</strong>
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				She checked the attic when looking over the house, and it had been almost empty. This was still the case, but there seemed to be more boxes left over than she remembered. Those nearest the trap door seemed to be open, as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 17:53:31</strong>
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				Raising an eyebrow she walked toward the boxes. Muttering "Time for a garage sale" The wood floor scraping upon her bare feet. She got to the boxes and examined the contents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 18:15:40</strong>
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				Inside, neatly folded up, were clothes. Women's clothes.<br><br>The previous tenants had been three male students - she had their forwarding addresses - but this all looked like it would belong to a woman... about her size, she realised as she lifted out a crisp white blouse. Underneath it was another, and a pink fluffy sweater. Inside a second box were long, full skirts, in a third was underwear and in a fourth shoes. More open boxes contained jackets, and one had garment bags for dresses. <br><br>It all seemed new but looked very old-fashioned. Lifting out some of the underwear, Samantha found she was holding a longline girdle (http://www.fiftiesweb.com/fashion/girdle-c.gif).
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 18:28:39</strong>
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				Once again raising her eyebrow at the articles.<br><br>"I don't... want to know" she said as she started to put the articles of clothing back. She didn't even want to imagine what the three had been doing with those. She chuckled to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 18:37:50</strong>
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				Setting down her own boxes, she climbed downstairs to her waiting meal. <br><br>On the TV, a pretty young housewife in a circle skirt and apron, not a hair out of place, put the finishing touches to a meal for herself and her husband. It did look rather more appetising than her microwaved dinner.<br><br>Then she heard a thud and a watery hiss from the utility room...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 18:59:24</strong>
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				She sighed and paused for a moment making sure she actually heard what she thought she did before she shot up and ran to the utility room. Opening the small door as quickly as possible and yanking on the light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 19:10:33</strong>
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				Opening the door, she felt something cold at her feet. The washer-dryer was leaking, letting out a low grinding sound - and she heard something tearing inside.<br><br>Switching it off completely, she opened the door to find her pants all tangled, and torn. Something must have come loose inside the machine during the move.<br><br>Everything else she planned to wash had been soaked by dirty, soapy water as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 19:25:03</strong>
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				"Damn it!" she proclaimed as she cleaned up the mess. Mopping up and soaking up the spilled water her tshirt getting slightly wet and clinging to her at points.<br><br>"You have got to be kidding me.... just my luck." she complained as she cleaned up the mess leaving her dinner to get cold. Finally finished she looked at the machine and thought about what to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 19:36:40</strong>
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				The chill breeze through the house made her damp shirt cling all the tighter as she worked, confirming that the machine needed to be taken apart to repair it, and that every pair of pants she owned apart from the new damp and dirty jeans had been ruined beyond repair. <br><br>The seeping brackish water had soaked her dark cottons as well - her tops and socks, most of her underwear too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 19:40:50</strong>
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				She took another sigh shaking her head. This was just great. She collected the clothing and placed them all in baskets. She would see if they could be salvaged later. Standing once again she knew nothing about washing machines. There was nothing she could do tonight. She would have to go to work tomorrow then perhaps shoping and call a repair guy.<br><br>It was far to late for all that now as she threw down the last torn jean in the pile with a look of defeat and annoyance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 19:53:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No time to replace them before tomorrow, either.<br><br>Slumping in front of the TV and her cold, congealed dinner, she found herself watching advertisements as old as the series, the first one showing a young woman in immaculate evening dress wowing over a brand new tumble dryer... for 1958.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 19:56:56</strong>
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				"I've gotta get satalite or something" she said shutting off the tv and laying down on the couch. She removed her wet shirt. She can't sleep in that. She rolled over exhausted and frustrated. Soon she found herself dozing off for another nap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 20:10:19</strong>
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				She woke hours later, feeling a chill, a cool draft across her exposed skin. Her neck ached from the cold and she shivered. She still felt tired - worse, if anything, with the pains and the chill. <br><br>Getting up and stretching, she found the utility room floor was almost dry now, the grey water having been mopped up - mostly by her ruined clothes, of course.<br><br>To her tired eyes, the lighting in the house seemed dim, with a warmer yellowish tint.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 20:13:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She drug her feet as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Setting her alarm and litterally falling into the sheets. She was tired of the situation and decided to deal with it in the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 20:42:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She slept through until her clock started up, playing Born Too Late by the Poni-tails (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFMbvMvAcXw) at a volume high enough to wake her. She must have slept more than ten hours, but had now woken up with the extra hour to select an outfit that she had set the night before.<br><br>Looking at her options, the open window provided a refreshing draft that seemed to ruffle her clothes as she opened her wardrobe.<br><br>She now had nothing but skirts or dresses, blouses or am-exposing tops, underwear bought by her ex-boyfriend for Valentine's Day... and she found that one of the inch-high heels was missing from where she took the shoes off at the door. All she had left were higher heels, still in shoeboxes.<br><br>Still, at least the leaking washer-dryer had not reached the carpet. If anything, the house smelled freshly cleaned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samhain</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 18:11:43</strong>
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				She swore she was going shopping after today and she was already in a foul mood. She put on one of the skirts and a blouse. No way she was wearing her dresses. Those were mostly for nicer events. The lacey underwear she had on was nice no doubt but not as functional as one would hope. She headed out for the day with her high heals on. Tripping a few times on her way to the car.<br><br>"Damn it.." she muttered under her breath..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Fixer-Upper (Beatrice Black and Samhain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 00:42:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The breeze crossed her face and toyed with her hair, rippled her silky blouse and knee-length skirt as she opened the door and stepped out. <br><br>The man across the street waved and called out "morning!" as she stepped outside, then winced and asked "are you okay?" as she nearly slipped. But she made it to the car all the same. <br><br>Parking outside the company sales office, she struggled to get out of the driver's seat and stand in the pumps. <br><br>"Need a hand, Miss?" asked the man getting out of the car next to hers. She could feel his gaze on her exposed legs, and tracking up her body as he stepped closer.
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