9/12/1999

It was an early Friday morning, on a crisp autumn day in New England when the Hendersons arrived in Burnt Cove. Commander, William Patrick Henderson, USCG, was to take over the command of the local light house and rescue station. He arrived with his 18-year-old daughter Victoria. Vicki, as she preferred to be called, was 18 years old and had been the lady of the house since the death of her mother. Unfortunately in the same accident that took her mother, it took her bowel and bladder control, leaving her in diapers since then. Vicki had one other problem; she was sick of moving and very vocal about it.

"Another move, another new house" Victoria said as got out of the truck with her father. "Why do we have to keep moving around the country?"

"Vicki I work for the government and they move me where I'm needed," her father remarked as he slammed the door of the Land Rover.

They both looked around before entering the only restaurant for 20 miles, Dave's Diner. As they entered and immediately drew stares for the normal clientele. Sitting in a booth, they picked up the menu and began looking to see what looked good.

A middle aged red head approached in a light blue uniform. "Now who do we have visiting our town?"

"I'm William Henderson, the new commander for the Coast Guard Watch Station." He offered his hand. Shaking hands with the waitress he introduced his daughter, "This is my daughter Victoria." Victoria was a petite sized teen at 18, long brown hair, and green eyes.

"Welcome to Burnt Cove Maine." "I'm Edna, my husband Dave and I own this establishment." "It's a small town but we're friendly folk." "How old is your daughter?"

"She's 18."

"What luck so is mine."

"Cynthia," she called and out from the back a petite blonde strode.

"Cynthia, meet Victoria," the two nervously shook hands.

"So what do around here," asked Vicki.

Cindy answered, "Not much I have lived here all of my life."

"I've been moved around most of my life," Vicki explained. "The moves happened more often when I reached twelve." "That's when the government started sending my dad to some of the more out of the way places. I've moved about 7 time in the last 3 years."

"So where are you going to live?" Cindy asked.

"My dad brought the old island manor," Vicki said.

"You're kidding, aren't you," Cindy said suddenly serious?

"No he did, Why?"

"That house on Witch Island, it's haunted. Legend has it that a witch used to make the winds drive boats to the rocks where they sank. She would capture the youngest survivors and use them as slaves. And when they were older sell them to Satan."

"Cute story but witches don't exist, neither do ghosts."

"Vicki," her dad brought her back to reality, "I need to get to the watch station, if you want you can stay here with your new friend. Here's some money, just in case. You can meet back here then we can go to our new home."

Cindy called back to her mom; "Can Vicki and I go?"

Her mom said "Yes but be back before dark."

The two girls left the restaurant, and looked around town. There wasn't much to see. The entire town consisted of a general store, a hardware/sporting good store, two churches, three bars and a small antique mall. Cindy said, "Let's stop in there," pointing at the antique mall, "it's my grandma's store."

The two girls entered a small shop filled with countless nick knack's, and an elderly woman, polishing some of the silver from a display case. She smiled and said "Hi, Cindy, who's your friend."

"I'm Vicki, I just moved here."

"Oh so you're the one moving to Witch Island," she said with a smile. "Don't worry if you're pure at heart nothing can happen to you but take this." She pressed into her hand a silver rosary. "Don't let the ghosts keep you up at night."

"I was borne in that house, 90 years ago. It was on a Friday the 13th and a very stormy night. The house belonged to my father, and had been passed down for 10 generation, but the up keep was too much." "It also was so far from the town, so we moved. No one has lived there in 70 years." "If you want to see your house from the shore you can go to the bluff."

"That's where we were heading grandma," Cindy said as she came out of the back room, kissed her grandma on the cheek and they left.

They walked down the main street past Lou's Tavern of Ill Repute, to where the road turned sharply. Walking down a gravel road to a high bluff Cindy pointed to the right. "You see it, with its steel bridge connecting it to the main land. That was my Great grandpa's doing, he was an engineer."

The house looked like something from a badly made horror film, creepy but better than some Government issued housing.

Vicki turned to Cindy and asked, "if you know so much about the house would like to stay the night, I'd sure feel better." "My father spends a lot of time with the rescue stations and watching the coast from the light houses."

"I'll ask my mom, but I don't know."

"Let's go explore some more," Cindy then said. The two were off.

It was about 5 PM by the time they made it back to the restaurant.

Vicki's father was waiting, so was Cindy's Mom. "So what did you two do today."

"Well I got to see the town, I met Cindy's Grandmother, and I got to see the house."

"That's good honey, I have some bad news, I won't be able to stay at home tonight. The station is a disaster, and it's going to need a lot of work. Will you be able to manage?"

"I think so, can Cindy stay over?"

Cindy's Mom over heard this and immediately answered for her daughter. "Cindy can stay over just let me pack her a few items." Cindy looked at her mother, almost as if she was ready to cry.

After they ate supper Cindy's mother gave her a duffel bag with her essentials, as she called it. Vicki's father drove them home, "Vicki your nighttime things are in the big box next to the stairs, don't make too much of a mess."

Vicki and Cindy entered the house and turned the dial on the old light switch. They were standing next to a large spiral staircase and in what appeared to be a ballroom. While looking around at the ballroom Cindy accidentally knocked over one of Vicki's boxes.

The box fell with a loud thud, scaring both the girls. They screamed. The two girls then realized it was only a box hitting the floor. As Cindy lifted the box its contents spilled out. The box was filled with disposable diapers, clothe diapers, plastic pants, and diaper pins. Vicki felt so embarrassed she wished she could vanish like a ghost. Cindy bent over and felt the diapers. "Are theses yours?"

"Yes," she whimpered tears welling up her eyes.

Cindy looked relieved, "Want to see mine?"

"You wear diapers too? Why?"

"Let's just say if I didn't the results would be disastrous," Cindy said with a smile. "And to be honest, I soaked myself when the box fell and I need a change."

"So you wear them all the time?" Vicki questioned her new friend in disbelief.

"Yes, I hope this doesn't affect our friendship?"

"No, I wear them too, but I use disposable diapers during the day. I usually carry a change or two in my purse. That what I did when I went into the bathroom today."

"That why I stopped at my grandmothers. My mom and dad are always to busy to change me, and don't like me changing in the restaurant."

"Want to change each other," Vicki offered?

"I never changed any one my own age, but I'm willing to try." With that Cindy grabbed some of the diapers and some nursery print plastic pants and went to work.

Cindy changed Vicki, and told her she felt jealous that she had plastic pants with nursery prints. "My mom used to by them for me, but quit when I turned 16. The only way I can get them now is if I buy them myself, from my own allowance."

Vicki said, "If you want you can use some of my baby pants, I even have some rumba panties." Vicki changed Cindy and they both got into their nightclothes. The two girls dressed in diapers, over sized T-shirts and fuzzy slippers.

They started to explore the strange old house, each with their own flashlight. They started their search on the first floor. From the ball room the walked over to the study. On the wall above the fireplace was a painting of an old man in ancient naval dress. Bellow on the mantel was a sword from the Civil war.

"Were these left by your family," Vicki asked?

"The picture, the sword I don't know?" "I've never explored this house so I don't know much about what's in it," Cindy replied.

"I thought it was in your family for ten generations" Vicki questioned?

"It was. Just after my great uncle died here at the age of two years-old they slowly started to move into town." "He died under strange circumstance, so after that my family never came back, I guess it was too painful."

"Did your family build this house?" Vicki questioned her friend as she started a fire in the fireplace.

"The foundation was laid before the revolutionary war, the main house, consisting of the kitchen, basement and pantry are all original the rest was added on by my family."

"My family acquired it after the trial and execution of a woman named Anise McDermott. She was prosecuted and tried by my ancestor the Squire Matthew MacBeth. It was a witch hunt, she was tried and hanged from the big tree overlooking the bluff where I showed you the house."

"Where was she buried?"

"That's not known," Cindy said adding wood to the now growing fire. "Let's look around some more." With that the two set off to explore the rest of the first floor.

First they entered the study from the right of the ballroom. The second door from the study led to the dining room. The room contained a lavish oak table and several chairs, covered in dust. The two started drawing faces and words in the dust as they passed through. Entering the kitchen it was quite apparent that this was part of the original house. The walls were constructed of fieldstones. There was huge fireplace and wood stove; they sat in stark contrast to the modern, gas stove, refrigerator, and the kitchen table. There was running water, but it was cold not hot. Upon flipping the light switch nothing happened. "Fuse must be out," replied Vicki. "I wonder where the fuse box is?"

Cindy pointed to the door behind her, "Maybe in there, or maybe the basement?"

"Well there's only one way to know," she pushed open the door this led to a small hallway leading to a set of stairs. The first door of the hallway led to the laundry room and a small half bathroom. In the middle of the hallway was a door, marked pantry.

Pushing open the pantry door they two girls found the fuse box, after replacing several fuses. The rest of the lights came on in the house. Next they went to investigate the stairs.

Peering down they saw a large expanse of boxes and cobwebs. "This place looks gross," Vicki remarked.

"Do you really want to go down there, I mean the place is a mess," Cindy replied.

"We might as well, it is part of my house. What do we really have to be afraid of, unless you believe in ghosts?"

"No," Cindy shot back.

"Then let's be on our way."

Slowly they descended pushing aside gossamer sheet of old dusty cobwebs, until they found a light switch. A bare bulb lit in the middle of the room. All around them were old boxes, and the remnants of what could have been a massive garage sale.

They walked around the room together trying to guess what was in the boxes.

Suddenly from across the room they heard a crash, and a horrific yowl. The two girls screamed and jumped up grasping each other.

"Who's there?" Vicki stammered, shining her flashlight in the direction of the yowl.

"He...llo," Cindy stuttered.

Silence.

They were both shining their flashlights in all directions.

The next yowls; was followed by a mew.

Looking on the floor near a fallen coat rack was a small gray kitten.

"It's a kitty? I filled my pants because of a kitty." Vicki said walking over to the frightened kitten and lifting it in her arms.

"Your not the only one who filled their pants," Cindy said.

"What are you doing in the basement, kitty," Cindy said petting the very dusty kitten?

"It looks like he got in through that broken window," Vicki said pointing to some broken glass. "Let's get him something to eat."

With that they both left the basement.

They stopped in at the utility room, just off the kitchen, to check if the movers had set up the washer and dryer. They were there so they went and looked in the fridge for something to give their new friend.

"Well my father bough milk, you find a bowl and I'll open the milk," said Vicki.

Cindy found a bowl in one of the cupboards. "So do you think your dad will let you keep him?"

"Probably, he's let me have pets in the past," Vicki added.

"Now what he needs is a name," Cindy said as the dusty kitten lapped milk from the bowl.

"I know," said Vicki, "Dust Bunny."

"It sounds strange but fitting." Cindy said.

Both girls then sat down, only to remember that they were still wearing messy diapers. They just looked at each other and giggled.

"I guess we need to change, but before we do that we re going to need a few things."

Vicki and Cindy went back to the boxes stacked in the ballroom. Opening a Box marked Vicki's room, she removed a pink diaper pail with bunny pictures on. Reaching inside Vicki pulled out a pink changing pad and a box of baby wipes.

"Now where do you want to change? Here or the bathroom just off the laundry room."

Cindy looked at her, "The bathroom would be more convenient, I guess both us having messy pants and all."

As the wondered through the kitchen with their changing supplies, Dust Bunny followed them.

As each got down of the pad to be changed the talked about why they were in diapers.

Cindy spoke first, "When I was born I had a hole in my spinal column, spina-bifida, the hole was repaired, I was very much a normal child until my mother tried to toilet train me." After a couple month of trying she took me back to the neurologist. He told her to stop trying; it would only frustrate her. My condition was not repairable and I would need to be in diapers for the rest of my life. I accepted it my mom accepted it but once I started school, I was teased often and this gave me many emotional problems. I was always afraid and avoided everything. "That when my mother decide to home school me."

Vicki finished pinning Cindy into her diaper and pulled up a new pair of nursery print plastic pants. She commented on the fact that Cindy had no pubic hair. I use a depilatory cream once a month.

"Doesn't that hurt," asked Vicki?

"Not really, sure makes clean up easier."

Vicki smiled when it was her turn. "I found an easier and more permanent way."

"When I was about 9 my mother and I were in a car accident. Some drunk crossed over the mid-line and struck our car head on. When I came to after two weeks in a coma, I was in diapers, and I was told I would need them for the rest of my life. It was then that I learned that my mother had been killed."

"My mother as a beautician, so when my father and myself went through her item I found my mom's electrolysis machine. It's great you don't feel it, maybe a little zap and the hair is gone forever."

Cindy finished diapering her friend with a pair of light-blue satin rumba panties. "You know we still haven't found a place to sleep, wanna go look up stairs," Cindy said? "First let's rinse out these messy thing then we'll go up stairs."

"Okay, but I'll race you."

A short while later the two girls were slowly walking up the grand staircase. A long satin carpeted spiral, leading up stair into the darkness. Holding their stuffed animals in one hand a flashlight in the other the two girls slowly made the climb, Dust Bunny slowly following in tow.

If one had seen the two of them they would not believe that these were two 18 years old girls, but rather a couple of preschoolers.

At the top of the stairs was a small table that over looked the ballroom. Looking over the edge, both girls were awed at the ballroom, all lit up as if some party was soon to arrive. Turning around the shined their flashlight down the long dark hallway. Each one taking a side the felt along the wall for a light switch. Vicki felt something and turned it. Soon the lights were lighting the hallway from the sconces they were set in. They could now see the stairs leading to the third floor at the end of the hall and four closed doors leading into the bedrooms.

"Well, what do we do," asked Cindy? "Each take a side or stay together."

"Lets stay together, okay, this place is giving me the creeps," Vicki commented.

"You too." Cindy silently nodded.

Standing aside the door jam they slowly pushed open the door and shined their flashlights in. They found themselves being blinded by the flashlight reflecting off a full-length mirror. Reaching around the corner Cindy pushed the button and the lights went on. What they saw was marvelous a Large red satin covered canopy bed stood in the middle of the room a near it a full length mirror, and a closet. To the left of this was a folded changing screen. Two large dressers stood covered in dust. The two entered the room and felt the soft, down filled mattress. They wandered over to the dressers. Opening them they found a large ring of keys both girls looked at them and tried to guess what they were for. Then opening the top drawer of the second dresser they found a large strong box. After a bit of trying they figured out the right key and opened the box. Inside they found little of values some old letter, written in a language neither one of them could decipher, and many pieces of faux costume jewelry. "Do you believe people actually wore things this gaudy," Cindy commented?

"I know makes you wonder who they were trying to impress," Vicki agreed.

Upon opening the second drawer they were met with a surprise, a large ivory tube, with a dagger tied to the side. While unwrapping the dagger, the tube opened and out popped a map. Looking at the map they both agreed if this is a map of the house they had a lot of places to explore, and most of them were concealed. But how they wondered. Picking up the dagger and map tube they left the first room.

"Come on kitty," Vicki picked up the kitten so as not to loose him.

The second room was decorated in a more feminine style; the colors were either patterns or pastels. Again they found another set of key, but these were different from the first. "I wonder what these were for," Cindy said holding them up?

"They're nothing like the first set," Vicki answered.

In the closet they found many beautiful turn-of-the-century gowns and several cossets. Both the girls agreed that these must be torture devices, because no one is built like that.

While searching the one dresser in the ladies room they found an another strong box and after a bit of fiddling with it the lock broke off. Cindy jumped back and said, "It's not my fault." Inside they found two lockets each with the picture of a small child. Cindy look at the picture closer, "She looks familiar, but I m not sure where I've seen it."

The next room was very stark compared to the other two. A plain canopy bed, and pitcher, basin, and a small chest of drawers, and a closet were the only object occupying the room. The looked through this room rather quickly, Vicki made an awesome discovery when she found a gun belt, with an empty holster. She put it on and was acting like a cowgirl. She used the holster to carry the map tuber and dagger.

Walking across the hall they opened the final door that was closed. This lead into a nursery, complete with two cribs, a changing table, and a rocking chair. "Wow!" Vicki said, "I always want to have my own nursery." "Cindy, let's stay here tonight."

"Yeah we could act just like two babies like were dressed like." Both girls giggled.

"But first," Vicki said "let's continue with the expedition, to discover what lurks in this creepy old house, of mine."

The two girls exited the nursery walking past a full bath at the end of the hall.

"Hey Cindy, look at this. I've got a bathtub that would fit both the babies."

"Vicki if you don't have any bubble bath I packed some in my duffel bag."

"Great," Vicki replied.

With that they let the room and headed up the next flight of stairs.

Looking down the hall they saw another room door, a bathroom door and a set of double doors at the far end of the hallway. But what they saw on the left-hand side of the hall made them interested. Moonlight was filtering in through skylights in what appeared to be a drawing room. They also noted a closet just as they entered the hall.

"Where do we go now," Vicki asked feeling more conformable in the empty house. Dust Bunny made the choice for them, quickly from behind the girls he ran into the drawing room. The girls followed and found him swatting at a moth that had come in through a broken pane of glass in one of the windows in the drawing room. Cindy picked up the kitten so as not to lose him while they explored. The room was round and contained at its center a sundial, several chairs around the outside edge, and easel, a tea service on a teacart, and a pile of canvases in the rolled up and stuffed into a corner of the room.

The two girls' firsts looked at the badly tarnished tea set. "Let"™s not have tea,"? Vicki said making a snooty English accent, "For I fear spider webs do not go well with crumpets." Again both girls giggled. As the headed toward the canvases Cindy noticed a small trickle of pee run down Vicki leg.

"You're leaking," Cindy shouted, "you naught baby."

Vicki turned around and made a pouty face. "I know I just couldn't help it."

"Well we should get you changed," Cindy said.

Vicki walked up to Cindy and looked down the back of her diaper. "PU, who needs to changed," she said? She then pushed her hand on the mess in her friend's diaper.

"Okay so we both do," Cindy said.

Giving one final look around and picking up the kitten they both headed back down to the laundry room where they had left their changing supplies. Instead of changing they picked up the changing supplies and moved them to the nursery. Each taking turns on the changing table they were again ready to explore.

Returning back up the stairs to the third floor they headed straight to the drawing room. Picking up the canvases and unrolling one, they screamed in alarm. Every one was painted with hideous images of torture and mutilation. So graphic they made both girls want to throw up. "Well, who ever did them was one sick puppy," Cindy said.

"What do we do with them now," Vicki asked Cindy?

"I don't know, let's ask your father when he comes home."

"Yeah in his job he's probably seen worse," Vicki commented.

With that they left the drawing room. Walking past what they thought to be the servant's room and the bathroom, they headed to for the double doors. Each grabbing a handle the flung them open, dust puffed up from the furnishing with the whoosh of air. The two girls saw before them an elegant master bedroom. A large brass bed, was in the center three large sets of drawers stood to one side, a huge walk-in closet was on the other. The floor was covered with a soft seal skin rug. A balcony door stood closed and large fireplace stood beside it. "Would you look at this place," Vicki said in astonishment.

"Unreal, you could live in here alone and never have to leave for anything," Cindy said. Quickly both the girls started looking through the drawers and closet. Surprisingly they found very little in the way of clothes that were there.

"You'd a thought that with all the other rooms we'd find something interesting in this room," Cindy commented.

"I did," cried Vicki. Vicki stood with an old steamer trunk she pulled out of the closet. She looked through the two key rings to find the key to open it. After trying three or four, she hit the jackpot. She opened the chest to find a black satin cloth covering the contents. Ripping it a side they found bones, all human, an entire human skeleton. "Holy Shit!" Vicki exclaimed. Slowly she lifted up the skull and found a box underneath it.

She handed the skull to Cindy, who looked into it dried sockets as if it would tell her a clue to it s identity. "I hope you re not one of my ancestors," Cindy said as she reverently set the skull on the floor.

Vicki by this time had removed the box and had opened it to find a very old revolver, possibly from the civil war. She closed the box, looking at Cindy. "We've gotta call the cops, or my dad, or some one." She was becoming more frantic by the minute. "What do we do, what do we do," she said over and over.

Cindy remembered, "Don't you have your fathers cell phone?"

"It's downstairs, lets go."

They grabbed Dust Bunny and ran down the stair to Vicki's backpack. Flipping it open she quickly dialed 911.

"New London County Sheriff department, what is the nature of your emergency," the voice said.

"We've found bodies in my house."

"Bodies, what type of bodies?"

"Well not really, just a trunk full of human bones."

"Where are you calling from?"

"My house, my house on Witch Island, Please you gotta believe me."

"I'm sending a officer out to you now, Please tell me your name?"

"Victoria Henderson."

"Your Date of birth?"

"9/13/81"

"You don't understand we are alone, my father is the new Commander for the Coast Guard watch station, and we need help now."

"Miss Henderson, an officer will be there in about 5 minutes, please stay calm and stay on the line with me."

Time seemed to last forever, before they heard the sirens. Outside two sheriffs' cars pulled up followed by an USCG, rescue vehicle.

They entered the house, Vicki s father first.

Vicki grabbed him by the hand Cindy grabbed the other and led him up stairs. "Look at the bones, they both said." Only now the chest was gone save the skull that had been placed on the floor.

Her father picked it up, and examined it. "You got that hysterical over finding a skull, in steamer trunk?" "I'm terribly sorry if she has caused you any problems." Her Father apologized to the Sheriff officers, "it her first night alone in a new house and you know how teenagers minds get."

"Yes we do sir, but we will need the skull as evidence, so we can file a report and turn it over to forensic, for testing," the lead deputy replied.

They place the skull in a bag and examined the room, finding nothing more they left.

"Victoria Elizabeth Henderson, what's wrong with you tonight," her father asked, "I know you re in a strange home but to concoct stories and call the sheriff."

"But Dad there really were bones and a chest, we only put the skull on the floor."

Cindy said, "She's right Mr. Henderson I saw them and I put the skull on the floor."

"So where did the other bones go?" And.... hello, his voice trailed off as he felt something against his leg. Picking up the kitten, has asked "what your name little fella?"

"It's Dust Bunny, we found him hiding in the basement, can I keep him?"

"Yes you can keep the cat but call me first before you go off and call the police."

"I've programmed the number into the cell phone, and children go change your diapers because you both really stink."

"Can we show you our nursery, Dad," Vicki asked?

"Your what?"

"Come on we'll show you." Vicki and Cindy lead him to the nursery they had set up.

"Fine if you want to sleep here go ahead but cover the mattresses with a plastic sheet first."

"Let's go change."

Before he left, her father told her. "I put a pizza in the freezer if you would like to make it, and the satellite guy is coming in the morning so you you'll have TV tomorrow evening."

Her father kissed her on the forehead and said good bye. Heading back to the watch station.

"Did we just imagine the other bones," Cindy asked Vicki?

"They were there, we saw them, I touched them, they were there. Come on lets go back up there and see what happened to them." Looking a the cat sleeping in Vicki's crib, "I guess Dust Bunny has decided that he's had enough excitement for the evening."

Cindy asked, "Shouldn't we change like your did suggested."

"Why do you need one?"

"Not really, do you?"

"No I just want to get going and finding out what is going on here."

Walking back to the bedroom they noticed that the door to the maid's quarters was open. "I think the police forgot to close it, but since it's open let's give it a look."

Entering the room they found it quite cramped a simple bed, dresser, and a small mirror on the wall and an average sized closet. "Well this is really no frills living," Cindy said.

"Yea, Vicki agreed, but what's, this?" She had opened a drawer on the nightstand by the bed. Within it she found a pendant, "looks like one of those crystals you buy in the mall," she said.

Cindy looked at it, "But black glass? I've never seen anything like this."

When she handed it back to Vicki the top opened up, and a small slip of parchment came out. It contained a single name, Meltoroth. The name was written among many symbols and in the center of a Star of David. "I wander what it means," Cindy asked Vicki.

"I guess were going to the library tomorrow I'm going to see what all of this means." Vicki concluded.

"Lets go look back in the master bedroom. That trunk full of bones couldn't have gone far." Shoving the paper back in to the compartment a taking the crystal the two girls left.

They slowly opened the door to the master bedroom, and looked inside suspiciously; "Looks clear," Vicki, said to Cindy.

"So far Cindy agreed."

"This is strange," Vicki said walking over to the bed picking up the box with the revolver still in it. "I wonder why the sheriff deputies didn't take this?"

"May be they thought it was your fathers," Cindy commented.

"Well let's give this place a better search before we go to sleep." The two girls searched the room from stem to stern, finding nothing but old dust balls. "Now this is really bizarre, no secret doors and the window has not been opened, it still locked and I don't know if we have the key."

"We don't I tried all of them while you were searching the closet," Cindy commented.

"What's left to search," Vicki asked?

"Only the closed closest by the stairs."

"Well do you wanna search there before bed or are you to tired to go on?"

"Lets get some sleep," Cindy yawned, "we can continue the search in the morning, then we'll have my mother drive up to the library in Ashwipon."

"Well then lets go."

Both girls made their way down the stairs. Vicki asked, "Which sheets do you want, Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Care Bears, or My Little Pony?"

Cindy choose Beauty and the Beast, Vicki took the Little Mermaid. Good Night they said to each other.

Vicki settled down to sleep, as she slept dark images filled her dreams.

She saw grizzled old hag, with wispy gray hair, a long gnarled hand, sunken eyes, carrying a knife. Slowly the walked up a small flight of stair, to a cauldron containing the bones she held earlier. The skull is gone, she hissed. Those terrible children, they will be my next meal. The hag then turned towards her, raising the dagger over her head, aiming for Vicki's chest.