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[attr="class","outin"]in the moment of silence he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, sensing the shy pulses of electricity flowing through the house. a fragment of his soul murged with the static, raw energy and rode it through to the gleaming, pounding mass of the haunted houses' front lights. then rode all the way back, the wires tracing the floors and corridors.
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brief nausea washed over him, and after a few hammers inside his head he was fine. isaiah shook his head and tapped the cane to the floor. he wanted to not hear her question, hoped he could disguise his choice under a convenient scream or laughter from the floor above. lynn was smarter than that, though. she was liable to see right through him.
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he walked past her, potioning his cane around the corner, keeping his eyes bolted to the floor or the other wall. looking at her would draw his gaze to her mouth and within seconds he knew he'd go to kiss her.
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"no." best leave it at that. he knew how prone he was to spewing his thoughts. there only seemed to be two modes for him - gagged, or panicked school child.
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"the place is built like a labyrinth. just turn around and follow the left wall." he could still see the feint glow of wires under the wooden planks. since his route had been quiet and scareless, he wagered it would be a simple walk back to the front of the house.
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though he'd' not answered her question, he had the urge to ask his own. what had she been doing all this time - still boxing, still modelling? had she run into any goons again?
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"and are you still getting into cars with strange men?" unlike her, he meant no spite in the question. more as a joke between them. if she found anything funny in it.

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