All afternoon I kept hearing little shuffling noises out in the hall. I'm pretty sure I caught a glimpse of something in the mirror over the fireplace too. I don't know what or who it was, but it frightened the absolute sh... sugar out of me.
I think it was Joe. You remember him? The scary fella that kept complaining about that stinking monster in his toilet?
Now I come to think of it, was he on the bus when we all ran away? I've got my doubts, but he must've been. He surely was. We all were, weren't we?
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