HALLOWEEN SPECIAL: Six Minutes, Five Seconds
“Hey Mom, whatcha watching?” DJ plopped onto the couch next to her mother.
“An old horror film – an influential one, too,” Anna answered her daughter, grabbing the remote and pausing the vid. “Thought you were helping Sammy with his homework.”
“Didn’t take that long; besides, it’s just kid’s stuff,” she replied. “Heard from Dad?”
The woman nodded. “He’s going to be in LA at least until the end of the week – you know how much he hates dealing with Hollywood types. But he said he’d swing by Little Tokyo and pick up the stuff you asked him to. Unfortunately, it means that he’s probably not going to make it in time for Halloween.”
“It is what it is, like you say.” DJ scooted over next to her mother, moving her tail out of the way to make sure she didn’t sit on it. “So, what’re we watching?”
“I’m not sure you want to watch this, furball. Movie’s fifty years old but still scares the hell out of some people. Normally I’d even skip it, but I need to watch for research.”
She gave him a lidded look. “Mom, I’m eleven – I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“Okay, you asked for it, then. Movie’s The Exorcist. Halloween’s its 50th Anniversary and I’ve been asked to speak at an evening symposium on Halloween regarding horror films and their impact on culture. I’m the one approaching it from a comic artist’s point of view, and considering the anniversary, I thought this might be the movie to focus on. I understand a lot of big names are going to be there, so being a speaker’s going to be good for my career.”
“Dad told me about this one – he says it’s kinda weird, but in a good way.” She picked up the tablet and quickly read the Wikipedia page. “Yeah, I’m in.”
The look on Anna’s face was one of resignation. “Okay. Here’s the deal, then: make sure Sammy gets to bed on time while I grab my notes, then you can watch it with me – but if you get spooked, you can’t complain, got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it, no sweat.”
I don’t think that was a good idea after all. DJ lay on the bed in her room, watching as the clouds partially obscured the moon, causing the satellite to cast eerie, unnatural shapes against the opposite wall from the window. The autumn winds, blowing harder than normal tonight, whistled through the trees, creating inexplicable noises that were enhanced that much more by her naturally better hearing.
“Now I lay me down to sleep….” Wait. I’ve already said my prayers for the third time now. She thought about getting up from the bed to go get something to drink, but decided not to. That would be stepping into the dark, and it was a distance from her bed to the fridge. Would you stop that? C’mon, you’re almost a teenager, DJ! she chided herself. You really shouldn’t freak because you saw a movie where…. She shuddered involuntarily. Okay, maybe you should freak. But Mom did warn you!
She sat up, taking a few breaths. It was just a movie, right? An old one, at that – most of the cast was old or gone and the author was pushing 100, according to Wikipedia. And if anything, it was fantasy, and as a Christian, she was saved in any case, and she really, really, really shouldn’t worry about it, right?
She looked up, just in time to see something flit past her window. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she wasn’t about to—
SMACK! Something hit her window again. SMACK!
She looked at the window…
…and a pair of luminous eyes from a mysterious shape stared at her.
She bolted from the room, terror-stricken.
Meanwhile, the small bat, dazed from crashing into the window, recovered enough to fly away.
“Ms. Martinez, if you’re going to fall asleep in class, you’re going to end up with detention. You shouldn’t stay up so late.”
“Sorry, Mrs. Wilkinson,” DJ yawned, trying to keep her eyes open. She’d gotten no sleep that night, even though she ended up sleeping in her parents’ bed. That was embarrassing enough, since she hadn’t done that since she was her brother’s age. As the class ended, DJ stumbled to her feet, picked up her books and got ready to go to her next one.
“Hey, DJ, you okay?” Erica asked as she caught up to her friend. “You don’t look so well.”
“Long story,” she yawned.
“What, is the class too hard for the freak?” a voice taunted. Sure enough, Valerie Anderson stood there with a group of her friends, doing what she did best – making DJ’s life hell. “Does the little pony need some horse kibbles to stay awake?”
“I am not a pony you fu….” DJ bit off the retort, but only barely. God, she hated being called a pony; just because she was an alien who looked like she was related to equines didn’t mean she was one!
“Ignore her, DJ.” Carlos also showed up, then turned to Valerie. “You done being an idiot yet?”
“I dunno – you find your way back to the border yet?”
“So classy,” Erica snarked. “C’mon, you two, we’re going to be late for Spanish class.” As the trio walked past, headed towards their classes, Erica asked, “So what happened?”
“I really don’t want to talk about it.”
“Anna, hon, I love you – but what were you thinking?”
“She wanted to watch it,” Anna explained to her husband as she spoke to him on the phone. “And we let her play Grand Theft Auto VII, which I think is a billion times worse, so I fail to see what the problem is.”
“Hon, I know she’s our little girl, but I think sometimes we forget that she’s not really human. Just because she acts human, doesn’t mean she’s going to always process everything through a human lens. Sometimes she might act on instinct – and equines do spook easily.”
“Well excuse me for treating my baby girl like my baby girl,” Anna snarked. “Good thing I’m not making enchiladas for dinner tonight – I think the salsa verde might freak her just a bit.”
“No, really?” Anna could hear her husband’s sarcasm practically dripping through the phone. “I know this symposium is going to be good for your career, but think of the kids, okay?”
“Don’t worry – DJ will probably hang with Erica and Carlos on Halloween, and Emily Marbury across the street offered to take Sammy trick-or-treating with her kids while I’m at the symposium.”
“Have you spoken to Mac and Bev about it? I’m sure they’d be happy to find something else other than slasher films to keep them busy.”
“I’m having lunch with Mac today, so I can bring it up with him,” she explained. “I’ll bet worst comes to he’ll let them watch the ‘Night on Bald Mountain’ sequence from Fantasia and that’s the worst that’ll happen.”
“Yeah, sorry to have to cancel out on lunch plans, Anna,” Mac explained over the phone. “The Administration asked me to chair the peace talks between the Liberians and the Rebel Front, so I have to catch a plane in an hour. And that’s on top of Bev having to fly up to Manhattan this morning to talk to her boss about some problem in the company, so she’s going to be up there a couple of days.” She could hear his frustration. “Sorry to have to dump all this on you – wasn’t expecting any of it.”
“Me neither,” she replied.
“Maybe Martín and Maria can watch them? I know you have that meeting in the District, so I’m sure they’d be happy to help out.”
“Doesn’t hurt to ask, I guess. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“Sorry, Mrs. M.,” Carlos’ older sister Elena said over the phone. “Mom and Dad are flying to St. Louis tonight, because my uncle Emilio’s in the hospital and he’s got nobody but us. And I’d offer to babysit, but I have to work that night.” The older teen said something just off-the-line in Spanish; Anna wasn’t really sure who she was talking to, but it was probably her parents. “Yeah, Mom feels guilty about leaving you in the lurch like that, but I told her you didn’t think it was an issue.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll find something to keep them busy,” Anna lied, knowing this was going to be really problematic. “Let your parents know I said hi, hope all goes well and and I’ll take care of everything on this end.” She then said her farewells and hung up the phone, knowing this was going to be a mess. C’mon, they’re just kids – put them in a corner with an XBox Mobile and they’ll entertain themselves for hours, she thought to herself. They’re tweens – how much trouble can they be?
“How do I look?” DJ moved around in her costume. “Does it look kickin’ or what?”
Anna looked at the costume. “You sure you’re not going to get in trouble with that costume at school?” Admittedly, the mother noted her daughter did a great job on the costume, but still….
DJ sat down at the breakfast table, removing her sunglasses and making sure her hair and tail were braided, which they needed to be, as she was dressed as Lara Croft from Tomb Raider. “No, I asked if I could, and they said normally they wouldn’t allow it, but….”
“Let me guess: you can wear it because you’re not like the other girls, right?” Anna didn’t know whether to be offended because DJ was being singled out, or be offended because DJ was being allowed to get away with a costume that traditionally showed a lot of cleavage…because she had none.
“Um, yeah, that’s what Mr. Bradbury said. I can change, if you want – I still have that Princess Zelda costume from last year.” At least she’d picked up that there was something wrong with it, though she wasn’t completely sure why, Anna noticed.
“No, that’s okay, furball,” Anna said as she made her children breakfast. “Oh, DJ, there’s been a change in plans for tonight. You, Erica and Carlos have to come with me to the symposium. Sorry, but everyone else was busy.”
“That’s okay, Mom, I understand – it’s not like we were going to a Halloween party or anything like that,” the pre-teen alien responded. “Where’s it at?”
“Georgetown. I hear the Student Union’s going to run a haunted house there, if you guys want to go.”
“I’ll check with Erica and Carlos. We’ll get out of your hair that way.”
“So, what do you guys think?” DJ asked her friends at lunch.
“Yeah, why not?” Erica thought, toying with her wig; she’d decided to come as Rapunzel, but the extra-long wig was giving her fits. “It’s that or sitting in a boring lecture.”
“I dunno….” Carlos, dressed in a cardboard-and-papier-mâché stormtrooper costume he’d made, said. “The lecture sounds pretty cool to me. Saw The Exorcist on Netflix on Thursday and I thought it was cool, though the updated CG effects stand out a little too much against the old film.”
DJ grinned. “Listen to you, Mr. Movie Director.”
“Well, it’s what I want to do for a living,” Carlos said. “When I grow up, I’m going to be a famous movie director, just watch.”
“We’ll be first in line to watch!” Erica promised.
“Just as long as I get to write the novel!” DJ insisted, and the three friends laughed.
As the four stepped out of the Car Barn and onto the sidewalk adjoining M Street, Anna looked at the trio. “Okay, here’s the plan: Carlos is going to come with me and we’ll be at the lecture. You guys are going to stay here at the Student Union Halloween Party, okay? I made arrangements so that you’ll be okay, and if there’s any problem, you have my number.”
“Got it, Mom,” DJ promised.
“I’m figuring this is only going to take a couple of hours, so you and Erica have fun. We’ll head home by nine and that should be that.” Anna pointed in the direction of a sign that led towards the Haunted House. “You sure you’re going to be okay, furball?”
“I’ll make sure she’s okay, Aunt Anna,” Erica said confidently.
Anna smiled. “Okay, then. Let’s go, Carlos.”
Someone tapped Valerie Anderson on the shoulder. “Hey, isn’t that the school pet and her buddy?”
Valerie, wearing an expensive Disney princess costume, looked. “Yeah, that’s the…whatever she is. Man, I cannot go anywhere without her screwing up my life!”
“Val, we got your back.” Casey, one of Valerie’s buddies, dressed as Sakura from Street Fighter, grinned wickedly. “Got any ideas?”
A third member of the clique, a curly blonde named Jenny, had an idea. “Well…we’re here with my sister, who’s part of the Haunted House, right? Why don’t we ask her to give them the ‘special’ tour?”
“You wouldn’t!” Casey said, stunned.
Valerie, who’d been told as to what the special tour was for, grinned madly. “That oughta scare the pants off her. Yeah, can you get Kelly to take care of it?”
“No sweat – my big sis is always looking out for me,” Jenny assured her friends. “She’ll take care of it.”
Carlos looked as though he’d been handed the gift of a lifetime. “Thank you!” he said, bouncy as could be.
“Thank you, sir,” Anna said, also appreciative. Of all the people to be there, she hadn’t expected him, even though she’d heard he lived locally. Matt’s going to really appreciate this, she said, slipping the autographed copy of the 50th Anniversary printing of the original Exorcist novel in her purse. After chatting with the author himself for a few more minutes, she took Carlos aside to a corner seat where she could see from the stage and said, “You going to be okay here?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Plus, I’ll be by the door in case DJ and Erica show up.”
“Good idea. I’ve got to head on the stage now. I’ll be back soon.” Ensured that the boy would be okay, she headed up to the stage, where she recognized a few individuals.
“Hey, Anna, that you?” a voice said behind her; she turned around to find a slightly portly man standing there adjusting his glasses. “Oh, great – it is you. Glad I caught you.”
“Clark?” Clark Byron was a games designer and author; she’d met him once at her publisher’s head office, where he’d been pitching a miniseries to them. “Hey, long time no see. How’s Stacey?”
“She’s with the kids at the Smithsonian right now, since this is the first time they’ve all been to DC. How are you, Matt and yours?” The two chatted for a few minutes, then Clark asked, “Hey, really glad I bumped into you here. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you anyway.”
“You have?”
“Yup. You know about the big announcement they’re going to make at the end of the lecture, right?” When Anna shook her head, Clark continued. “Disney just got the rights to do a remake of The Exorcist – and because they wanted a comic tie-in through Marvel, they tapped me to do the writing on the comic. Well, I told them that I wanted to pick the artist, and I really liked what you did on that Sawbones horror anthology last year, so I wanted to see if you were interested in doing the art. Gets better, too: from what I’m told, they’re going to use the comic as the storyboards for the movie, so you’ll get paid the usual going artist rate and the storyboard rate, too.”
“No kidding?” Anna smiled now; for a rare change it was she getting courted by Hollywood and not her husband. “So they’re announcing it tonight, huh?”
“Oh hell yeah! They even have the actress picked out to play the role of Regan, and here’s the best part: they have her doing something special tonight at the Haunted House the Student Union’s doing. Since they filmed the original here at Georgetown, they’re going to do the same with the sequel, and the Mouse House thought it’d be a great way to drum up viral interest.” Clark grinned. “They’ve got her down in makeup accurate to Linda Blair’s version and she’s going to get to scare the pants off of everyone there!”
The smile suddenly fell from Anna’s face as she realized that DJ was going to be there – and she’d been really frightened the night they’d watched the movie. “Thanks for the info,” she suddenly said, fishing her phone out of her purse. “I gotta make a call real quick. I’ll see you on stage.”
“Don’t be long,” he told her. “We’re about to start.”
Anna immediately dialed DJ’s number, as a pit of guilt and worry sank into her stomach. She immediately recalled her husband’s words: “Just because she acts human, doesn’t mean she’s going to always process everything through a human lens. Sometimes she might act on instinct – and equines do spook easily.”
Meanwhile, the connection on the other end announced, “We’re sorry, the number you have dialed cannot be completed at this time. Please check the number and try again. Thank you for using Verizon Wireless.” Just as she wondered what was going wrong, she heard a voice behind her seethe, “And they still haven’t fixed that cell tower issue? That’s it – I’m switching to Sprint.”
Anna’s heart became ice as she realized her daughter was about to be scared witless – and it would be Anna’s fault. Worse, because DJ would be in a situation she’d never been in before, there was no way to know how she’d react.
“So that’s it, huh?” Kelly asked her little sister.
Jenny nodded; behind her the other girls did the same. “We just want to play a little practical joke on her – nothing too bad.”
Kelly nodded. “Okay. For you, little sis, I’ll do it. I’ll get one of my friends to bring her in, and I’ll have you three stand in an area where you can take pictures…you know, for posterity.”
“Thanks, Kelly,” Valerie said, her voice dripping sweetness. “I really appreciate it.”
“Hey, no problem,” the college girl replied. “I don’t like bullies and if this girl thinks she can get away with bullying you, my little sis and your friends because she’s an alien and her buddy’s a Senator’s little girl, well, somebody’s gotta take a stand.”
As Kelly went off to arrange the whole thing, Jenny said, “Look, we gotta make sure we stick to the plan; if my sister finds out I lied to her, my ass is toast, got that?”
“Hey, don’t worry, we’re gonna get pictures of that freakazoid and her buddy pissing on themselves and once we get the pictures uploaded onto the net, we’ll finally show them who’s in charge!”
“Excuse me, are you Daisy Martinez?” a student asked DJ. She was wearing an official badge, and DJ made sure to snap a picture just as she was told to do, just in case.
“Close enough,” DJ replied with a smile.
“Good. Follow me, please. Your mother has been trying to get a hold of you and we’re going to have you wait in the student office until she arrives.”
“Is there something wrong?” Erica asked.
“Uh, no – it’s just that the lecture ended early and she’ll be on her way. They called the student office because cell connections are down right now,” the student answered.
DJ shrugged. “Seems legit. Okay, lead the way, ma’am.”
The student took them through the entrance of the Haunted House, which was decorated really creepily and had that music from The Exorcist playing in the background. Seeing the hesitant look on the face of the two girls, the other girl smiled and said, “Don’t worry. The office is in a backstage portion, but this is the fastest way to get there instead of having to walk around the building.”
DJ and Erica relaxed, following the girl. Had either of them paid attention, they would’ve noticed the light from a cellphone in the student’s pocket which was sending a phone signal somewhere else.
“Okay, just got a text from Suzi,” Kelly said as she addressed Valerie and company. The older girl was currently dressed in her costume, and it looked horrifying enough, but she assured them the real scare looked even more frightening. “First I’m going to stand there and give them a regular scare, and then the real actress’ll come in and freak ‘em out. That’ll be the cue to take your pics, okay?”
“Got it,” Valerie commented.
“Good. I think they’re coming,” Kelly whispered. “I’m going to get into position.” She moved into a wooden box, painted black, that she was supposed to jump out of. Meanwhile, the three younger girls got behind a barricade, where they would pop up after the scaring.
“This is going to be great!” Valerie whispered to her friends, as she suddenly heard a soft footfall behind her. The other girls did the same and turned around…
…staring into the face of hell itself.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
The scream in the distance was muffled, but fairly close. DJ looked at Erica, who in turn looked at her. “What was that?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” Erica turned to ask the student guiding them…
…only to find she wasn’t there. “Uh, DJ?” The other girl didn’t move a muscle, something that concerned Erica. “DJ?” Erica suddenly noticed that DJ was breathing heavily, panicking. She noticed the fear in her friend’s violet eyes, something she’d never seen before.
Erica did the only thing she could: she hugged her friend, saying, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here, okay?” The alien girl suddenly relaxed as comforting arms went around her, as she loosened up. “It’s okay to be afraid, DJ. I’m here.” DJ said nothing, so Erica took her hand, and said, “C’mon. I’m guessing that girl was part of the tour and this was a trick. Let’s get going and—”
THUMP TUMP
“LET ME OUT OF HERE!”
TH-THUMP
The muffled screams of a woman beating against something in the darkness started to unnerve even Erica. It got louder as they approached, and Erica slowed down, drawing closer to her best friend. “We…we’re okay, DJ,” she gulped, the lack of confidence radiating in her voice.
DJ, meanwhile had mentally checked out a few minutes prior. She’d been scared into a blank state, just operating on numbed autocontrol. Vague images and muddy tones besieged her mind as if trying to get out, a piece of something in her brain trying to break free. As it coalesced, the most primitive part of her mind saw a vague blur of purple and white, whispering something that she couldn’t identify, and yet somehow it was warm and comforting to her. A part of her wanted to reach out to the blur, which seemed to get clearer in her mind – was it a half-formed memory of some ki—
“DJ! HELP!”
The alien moved on instinct, her body’s control not entirely hers. As she started to slide back towards consciousness, she felt herself, turn, bend, and kick. By the time she felt the cold of the floor, she heard a voice scream, “OW! You nearly broke my bloody arm, you—”
Then her vision swam again, and darkness sank in.
“Wha….” DJ opened her eyes, finding herself lying on a couch in a dimly-lit room. “Where….”
A raspy, inhuman voice suddenly spoke out, “Good, you’re awake. I was quite worried there for a moment.” DJ turned in the direction of the voice and found herself face-to-face with the creature from the movie the other night: shirt stained in green, bruised battered and scarred face with unnatural pupils and stringy, horrific hair.
Naturally, she screamed.
But the response from the demon wasn’t what she expected: “Oh! The bloody costume.” To her surprise, the creature ripped at her own throat, tearing off a piece of skin…and leaving more skin beneath. “There, that should right things. Apologies, miss – I’d forgotten that I was still wearing the kit.”
DJ stared. British accent? “Huh?”
The demon smiled, the effect looking weird. “Please, give me just a second – I’ve wanted to meet you all this time, and if I’d known you were here, things would have been much different, I promise.” The demon went over to a nearby skin, washing her face, and tearing off what DJ now realized were pieces of makeup. When the person turned, though she still wore the vomit-and-blood-stained clothing, her face was a lot plainer – and human. “Hello,” she said in the same British accent, “my name is Kyrie Mullins. I’m an actress.”
“Um…hi,” DJ said, somewhat shyly. “I’m—”
“I know who you are, miss,” Kyrie said with a smile. “You’re Daisy Martinez, the alien girl. I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time, since I played you once on TV.”
“You did?”
Kyrie nodded. “BBC 2 did a documentary on you a few years ago and I played the role for some re-enactment scenes. It was a lot of makeup and prosthetics, a lot more than what I’m wearing now. But it got me an acting career, and now I’m to play the lead in a remake of that old Exorcist film they made here ages ago, I’m told.”
“So, it was just makeup.” DJ suddenly felt very embarrassed, but suddenly realized very quickly that something was amiss. “The girl I was with. Where is she?”
“Oh, your friend? Campus police sent her off with one of theirs to fetch your mum,” Kyrie explained. “I offered to watch over you while you were unconscious. By the way, has anyone ever told you that you’re really strong? You kicked me hard and it felt like I was hit by a rugby player, it did.”
“Oh God, I’m soooooo embarrassed now!” she muttered, realizing she’d made a fool of herself in front of someone possibly famous.
“No worries – the fact that you were frightened means I’m able to do the job. Besides, you should’ve seen these three girls I scared earlier – I think one of them did herself in, in public no less,” Kyrie said. “Besides, all of this is make-believe and you’ve done things far braver than this.”
“I have?”
“Yes, you do.” The Britoness nodded, favoring DJ with a smile. “You, young lady, are the only one of your kind and you go through day to day just living your life as if it were the most natural thing there was. There are plenty of people in this world who cannot manage even that. I had to read about you to understand your situation for my scenes, and I was very impressed. You’re a brave young girl, and there’s nothing wrong with being afraid of make-believe monsters, because you’ve faced and beaten plenty of real-world ones, even if you don’t know it yet.”
“She’s right you know, furball.” DJ smiled as she felt her mother’s arms wrap around her from behind. “You’re my special little girl and you’re going to grow up to be a special young woman someday, DJ.” Anna looked at the actress and said, “Thanks for watching her, miss.”
“‘Twas but a lark,” Kyrie said. But she looked at DJ and said, “I’ll be in town for a few more days, helping the director look at locations. If you’d like, I’d like to spend more time together. As I’ve said, it’s been a dream of mine to meet you.”
DJ blushed slightly at the attention. “Okay!” she said, feeling better.
Valerie was completely mortified. Not only had Jenny’s sister locked herself in one of those “jump boxes” and they had to get her out, Casey had…well, they didn’t know before that the girl had a weak bladder, but they did now.
Meanwhile, the one they wanted humiliated, the freak, had not only looked as though she’d turned and lashed out at the actress – she kicked like a freakin’ horse! – but everyone was now suddenly worried about her, made worse that Erica was with her and Erica being a senator’s brat, meant that just about everyone was jumping to make sure they were okay…and Valerie and her friends had been forgotten in the process.
Okay, Martinez, you win this round, Valerie thought, but I’m going to get you. Sooner or later, I’m going to get you and you’re going to wish you’d never crossed me!
“Well, furball, sounds like you had an adventure,” Matt said to his daughter. He’d arrived home as planned, and upon arrival, had been told by a very happy DJ about her interesting week.
“Yeah. And Kyrie says that when she starts filming in January that she’d like me to be there and stuff. Erica and Carlos, too,” she added. “That okay with you?”
“Sure, as long as you keep up with your studies, I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” He stretched out and gave his daughter a hug, to which she leaned in, then gave her father a kiss on the cheek. “So, can we watch a movie?”
“Yeah, now that you seemed to have turned into a little horror film connoisseur, what are you up for? Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Nightmare on Elm Street?”
“Um…can we watch an anime or something? I think I’ve had enough horror movies for the year,” she admitted.
“Sure,” he said, glad his little girl was back to herself once more.
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Woot, Halloween special!
No idea what the title's about, though.
Hmm...Did Kelly ever figure out that her sister hadn't been quite on the level with her? Also, I remember a part in the main story where in a nightmare DJ bucked a mirror and thought to herself that she'd never bucked something before (chapter 11), but it sounds like she bucked something here.
Surprised she is still standing after that buck.
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That is true, however, keep in mind that right now DJ was
a - more than a little scared out of her mind and
b - acting purely on instinct (equines, when cornered, will start bucking)
That being said, she was fully lucid (even though it was a nightmare) when she thought she'd never bucked anything before in her life.
Ergo, she either doesn't remember this or doesn't even realize it happened, either of which is plausible.
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Fortunately for Kyrie, DJ hasn't hit puberty yet.
The only thing I can think of for the title is the number of days in a year.
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Nope. That's 365 days (366 on leap years).
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Eeyup -- 6 minutes + 5 seconds = 365 seconds, no?
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Not in this case.
Yay a Halloween special that DOESN'T include "This is Halloween" by one of my favorite authors
Should this be "She gave her a lidded look"? There don't appear to be any males in this scene.
Isn't this a family of writers? You'd think that she wouldn't be quite this stunningly genre-blind
Well, the first thing that comes to mind is John Cage's 4'33", but I'm not sure how it fits with the chapter...
Lovely. I really wanted to see another holiday special.
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the error is due to the wonderful bugs that is Dragon. and as for Anna being genre-blind, well...ir does happen.
and you're close to the answer.
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Well, mine is more due to "oh, hey, today's the 40th anniversary of The Exorcist" rather than "how can I retread a Tim Burton stop-motion film"?
Finally got around to reading the special, it was certainly well worth the reading
Original idea, and both funny and scary simultaneously.
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woops, sorry.
Also, whos Abe?
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Abe no Seimei
I just caught up on AAG, then I see this...
I'm never going to have free time again, am I?
Hey man know how you feel. Just sprained my arm so no writing for me! But anyway good job
Hey Shinz, what happened to the "Princeps" arc? I was enjoying that one.
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Some news about Princeps as well as a few other things.
Would the title: Six minutes, Five seconds be 665?
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Nope.
My memory might be fuzzy on this, but I think the only thing DJ did to her is exist.
"Ouch! I hate when that happens!"
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Guessing that it's something that happened 6 minutes 5 seconds into the movie Halloween
Never have I ever seen that movie, so I have No Clue Whatsoever what it is.
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Nope. Has nothing to do with any of the Halloween movies.
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It's a mess? About as good a definition of the law as there is