In the last chapter, the two weary travelers approach the old decaying house...

Looking at the house with its faded green shudders hanging loose while banging the side of the vine-strewn walls. The torn curtains could be seen moving and jaundice yellowed eyes appeared. In the distance, the howling of wolves serenaded the two travelers.
You look around at the heavy mist that swirls around the legs. Ohhh this place looks like it's safe as you push the creaking door open.
Gurl: Are you sure this is, okay?
You; Trust me i know all about this stuff. It's probably owned by a kind old couple who don't realize it needs a repair or two.
Inside the Victorian home, the central staircase with a few stairs missing banisters broken old paintings hangs precariously on the wall, and people (some appear watching you walk across the room.
You: See i told you it's all good!
Suddenly with a loud bang, the door slams shut, and the windows slam closed. While a growling murmur heard through the house penetrating our ears
Gurl OHHHHH what's happening i feel faint, She falls to the floor.
You pick her up stare into her ashy white face and notice the lipstick (thinking OH MY GOD!!!, what an ugly color.
Her dress is now pulled up exposing her lacy garter belt, and her shiny sheer nylons feel so good (especially since one hand is rubbing her legs) You notice that one silicone boob falls out plopping down the stairs like an old fashion Twinkie toy. following the boob it splats to the floor and then crawls away like a snake (y
WOW!! i gotta get me a pair of them.
Her left heel falls off thunking on the stairs only problem is that her left leg is still attached to it the thigh-high is stretched to the limit.
(OMG) Thinking she will certainly get a run in the nylon.
You rush her up the landing and stare down very long hallway doors on each side lit only by candles.
You push the door open and...
STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE THREE " THE BLOG WHO WORE HEELS

A weird title but who really cares...
Have you ever really thought about what a blog is (or was)?
To me, a blog sounds like a small swamp that is somewhere in Louisiana near a vacant burned-out plantation. It is never sunny there as its enveloped in a thick mist that when a full moon is out appears like an electric green smog. The blog itself has strange noises emitting from it from creatures you only see in those long-ago movies. You know, the female with a torn dress and breasts sticking out like a 52 Cadillac's bumper. The smell of popcorn stale and sickly wafts through the place
The floors are sticky (not unlike the adult movie houses). the ping of popcorn or a juju bead hits your head. And that weird old guy with the long coat over his lap sitting in the back row awaiting his prey.
But back to the blog.,.
If you were silly enough to find that old rowboat that has rotten wood almost holds back the water... But you don't care, you get in it creaks and moans the oars are not there and were eaten with strange bugs. (And you still don't care)
anyway, it drifts out to the deeper part of the blog. then stops
Sitting there you feel a bump. it tips the boat just a little.
then a shadow about twenty feet away emerges from the deep its tall yellow eyes with red pupils is staring at you. The body looks like an alligator mixed with lizard skin. the body stinks of rotten meat. or the food that you ate in the school cafeteria. the claws are long shiny greyish and need a very serious manicure..
It's not something you take home and ask if you can have it as a pet. nope, that was not first on your mind.
Suddenly a flash of breaking news enters that head of yours.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
but the boat has no oar.so you use your hands and paddle the boat which is oddly named the Titanic.
But as Alfred E Neuman would say "What Me Worry" you still are oblivious that the blog monster is coming towards you. its eyes look at you as if saying. hmmm wonder if i should fry bake or broil.
you make it to shore just in the nick of time.
You look up and see this cute gurl she has big round eyes blond hair and heels a short leather skirt and a see-through top.
It doesn't occur to you how she got there in her heels or what the fuck why would she be there in the first place she just is.
Out of the boat, she runs to you
gurl " My car broke down and bad weather is coming" There's an old house up there perhaps we should go there for help".
you " Oh yeah, great idea!!! let's go... And thinking i wonder if that dress would fit me and i am a sucker for the fishnet stockings hmmm this will all work out . Looking into her cleavage you say "Trust me i work for the atomic energy commission i will take good care of you"
NEXT WEEK
"THE BLOG WHO HAUNTED OLD HOUSE ON THE HILL":