The Boxing day 13

...‘And now a little piece entitled- Death: I love you just the way you are, beautiful eyes turned up, Anna went on‘The army of evunculor monkey men with identical orangy-yellow face, and rubber gaitors, and orangy-brown fur have claimed another victory. Andy (Kane) was in bow, when across the walkie-talkies ‘scram’, he vacated the area. Apparently one of their order ‘done-in’ a recognized nasty, doing peculiar. On a personal note, they’ve been taking the heavies off. One for cuddly Ken’I flustered ‘on the other side Boris(Heavy) has foud an outlet for the psycho knifemen to play. Heavies like Mrs Hayridges two big brothers the reason smaller men carry knives……..come I’ve three ghost guns upstairs’Nina, Kerry, and I hastened. A head came bouncing down the stairs, ‘Ha Ha Ha Ha ha Ha Haaaaaaaa’, wrang from the eaves, cloakroom books started to float, and pelt us. The food elevator flew passed with a blood curdling scream, Kerry reversed upstairs.a book hit her head, she slumped forward, then all books clattered down on Nina ‘grab an umberella’. We ran up the stairs together, into the airing cupboard, eery footsteps followed us up, Kerry stopped, eery footsteps came down. Nicky and Mrs Alfred were slumbering ‘we’ll all split up’ they disappeared upstairs. Kerrys buttons started to pop, she bit at them, ‘crowd button’, and reversed back and forth, ‘Bongo, Bongo!’, grasped a bible, ‘psalm 29’, Climbed slowly up into the airing cupboard and down the shute. To be cont