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You have been visiting a friend at her house fairly frequently.
Every time you are there, you hear faint moans and screams
coming from the basement. When you ask about them, your
friend explains that her hermit brother lives in the basement,
never leaves, is addicted to horror movies that he plays on
his VCR day and night, and that what you hear are the sound-
tracks of the movies.
You suggest to your friend that you might like to meet her
brother. She says that wouldn't be a good idea, that he is
traumatized by strangers. When you surreptitously try the
basement door when your friend is elsewhere in the house,
you find that it's locked. The sounds from the basement
seem "live", not recorded.
What do you do?
45 responses total.
a.) leave it alone- remember "bluebeard" b.) tell her you know what she's up to, and you want to play too c.) call DSS d.) move to another state, change your name, and do enough LSD to wipe out all memory of that period e.) all of the above
a.) get a new friend. b.) play a different game other than scrupples. c.) call the police d.) none of the above
Such wishy-washiness! The question is not to suggestive alternatives, but rather to DECIDE WHAT YOU WOULD DO.
I would get more insistent with my concern, to the friend, and suggest that her brother might benefit from counseling or other help, until some action results. If the action is that I am ordered to never come again, I would inform the police. I would tell my friend that I think I should do that.
One night when she's going to be away, break into the house and investigate. And remember to only bring one flashlight, and no changes of batteries.
also your boyish friend Jo and your chubby friend Bess. <g>
and make sure Bess is wearing heels, so if worse come sot worse she can't run. And leave al the weapons at home, the flashlight is the only thing you need.
no flashlight... I have night vision. Actually, I'd do nothing... What occurs in one's basement is indeed a private thing.
but if it involves the torture of innocent others? Then is it alright to leave it alone? (you can't leave the flashligt, it's as mandatory as Bess's heels)
Is Bess wearing black lingerie? She has to be, for when she trips and her dress rips on the prickle bush.
really! this is wholesome and improving literature for girls; nothing but white cotton will do.
I agree with kami, it must be white cotton, but her skirt has to rip also. And if it's planned right- her heel should break, making her stop running.
That white cotton stuff that goes all the way up past the belly button? Eew.
Bess wouldn't BE with me... and neither would the flashlight. And who said that anyone in the basement was innocent, huh? huh? :)
r
No, not the stuff that goes up to the bellybutton; think "Janet." As far as the innocence of those in the basement, if they're not, I'm sure whatever Bess is wearing will do fine. And if things go true to form, that flashlight should run out of batteries just as things get interesting...
Where's Shaggy in all this?
looking for Scooby, of course. With Brad.
Wasn't his name Fred? And then there were Daphne and Velma... "Zoikes! Someone's torturing people in the basement, Scoob!"
Oh, I'd ask for some fish.
I'd wait until the second coming of the great prophet Zaquon, and ask his all-knowing majesty to total the entire erth. Cool.
Wow. The quintessential cop-out.
Wow! It really was Mr. Henderson, the kindly old gardener, who was making those noises to create a dillema, so that we wouldn't visit our friend anymore, so he could lock HER in the basement and make her do all those things we were afraid she was doing to her brother, but us pecky er, pesky kids had to come and spoil it all. (Sorry, Rob, it was the first name that popped to mind.) Scooby dooby doo, where are you?
In the conservatory with Colonel Peacock doing unspeakable things with an umbrella.
Er, um, what sorts of things with the umbrella? Wouldn't that scratch up a bit?
my dear, I SAID they were unspeakable. Shall I draw you a picture- here just read my mind >:)
Ooooh kinky! Can I watch next time?
only if no one catches you at it...
I'd hide in your bedroom, but, I've seen your bedroom. Ain't much room for hiding.
you wait until she gets interrupted then you go investigate.... and let come what may.
Miss Scarlet Candlestick Conservatory
Mr Plum, in the living room, with a long gap between responses.
<lee wonders how a long gap between responses is used in murder>
If it's long enough, you can sharpen one end and use it as a spear.
If it's long enough, people start to die of boredom or even just plain old age.
Ahh, but what is long enough?
Long enough to reach your waist. Or your feet. Or both
What's a waist? ;-)
What a waste...
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