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It was a warm summer night and the weatherman just issued high wind warnings of 60 miles or better per hour. Jillian was home alone and that big old house seemed to come alive with strange noises in the wind. She sat in the center of an antique four poster bed with the covers pulled tightly up around her, holding onto Matida her big orange cat. All she could think of was why wasn't Jeff home, he was very late and she was frightened. They had only been married two months when he was transferred by his company who told the couple they found them a nice old Victorian home to move into.
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Originally posted by chatty lady:
It was a warm summer night and the weatherman just issued high wind warnings of 60 miles or better per hour. Jillian was home alone and that big old house seemed to come alive with strange noises in the wind. She sat in the center of an antique four poster bed with the covers pulled tightly up around her, holding onto Matida her big orange cat. All she could think of was why wasn't Jeff home, he was very late and she was frightened. They had only been married two months when he was transferred by his company who told the couple they found them a nice old Victorian home to move into.
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Suddenly the wind blew the door open and swirled through the room. The orange cat jumped from Jillian's arms and disappeared into the darkness. Jillian scrambled from the bed to close the door. Outside clouds darkened the sky and trees whipped in the wind. Suddenly the wind blew cold. Jillian glanced anxiously down the road, but Jeff's car was nowhere to be seen. She wrestled the door shut and yelled for Matilda. Seeing the orange cat disappear under the antique armoire, Jillian tiptoed quickly across the suddenly icy floor to the bed and pulled the covers about her.

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Originally posted by chatty lady:
It was a warm summer night and the weatherman just issued high wind warnings of 60 miles or better per hour. Jillian was home alone and that big old house seemed to come alive with strange noises in the wind. She sat in the center of an antique four poster bed with the covers pulled tightly up around her, holding onto Matida her big orange cat. All she could think of was why wasn't Jeff home, he was very late and she was frightened. They had only been married two months when he was transferred by his company who told the couple they found them a nice old Victorian home to move into.
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Suddenly the wind blew the door open and swirled through the room. The orange cat jumped from Jillian's arms and disappeared into the darkness. Jillian scrambled from the bed to close the door. Outside clouds darkened the sky and trees whipped in the wind. Suddenly the wind blew cold. Jillian glanced anxiously down the road, but Jeff's car was nowhere to be seen. She wrestled the door shut and yelled for Matilda. Seeing the orange cat disappear under the antique armoire, Jillian tiptoed quickly across the suddenly icy floor to the bed and pulled the covers about her.

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Taken with a sudden bout of heroics, Jillian threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. She wasn't going to let her cat suffer the storm alone.

Striding across the floor with a renewed purpose, she reached the armoire just as a tree crashed onto the roof, its branches breaking a nearby window. Wind and rain whipped Jillian's hair about her face making it difficult for her to see where she was going. She was sure she was still facing the armoire but with all the wind and rain she may have misjudged her directions. She called to Matilda hoping her cat would come running.

"Matilda!" she cried out, against the loud moaning of the wind.

"Me--oooooowwwwww!"

"Matilda?" Certain that Matilda was in trouble, Jillian braved the wind and storm to find her cat.
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Originally posted by chatty lady:
It was a warm summer night and the weatherman just issued high wind warnings of 60 miles or better per hour. Jillian was home alone and that big old house seemed to come alive with strange noises in the wind. She sat in the center of an antique four poster bed with the covers pulled tightly up around her, holding onto Matida her big orange cat. All she could think of was why wasn't Jeff home, he was very late and she was frightened. They had only been married two months when he was transferred by his company who told the couple they found them a nice old Victorian home to move into.
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Suddenly the wind blew the door open and swirled through the room. The orange cat jumped from Jillian's arms and disappeared into the darkness. Jillian scrambled from the bed to close the door. Outside clouds darkened the sky and trees whipped in the wind. Suddenly the wind blew cold. Jillian glanced anxiously down the road, but Jeff's car was nowhere to be seen. She wrestled the door shut and yelled for Matilda. Seeing the orange cat disappear under the antique armoire, Jillian tiptoed quickly across the suddenly icy floor to the bed and pulled the covers about her.
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Taken with a sudden bout of heroics, Jillian threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. She wasn't going to let her cat suffer the storm alone.

Striding across the floor with a renewed purpose, she reached the armoire just as a tree crashed onto the roof, its branches breaking a nearby window. Wind and rain whipped Jillian's hair about her face making it difficult for her to see where she was going. She was sure she was still facing the armoire but with all the wind and rain she may have misjudged her directions. She called to Matilda hoping her cat would come running.

"Matilda!" she cried out, against the loud moaning of the wind.

"Me--oooooowwwwww!"

"Matilda?" Certain that Matilda was in trouble, Jillian braved the wind and storm to find her cat.
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Reaching under the armoire, Jillian felt the soft orange fur of matilda and gathered her into her arms. Hugging her tightly, Jillian struggled back across the floor toward the bed. The wind over the broken window pane chilled her through and through. She was suddenly stopped still by a bolt of lightning that illuminated the yard and silouhetted a figure racing between the trees.

Terror filled her heart. She squeezed Matilda in her arms as the orange cat cried out, "Meooow." At last Jillian reached the warmth of the big poster bed and snuggled under the cover with the cat held tight in her arms.

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