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The party was well under way and everyone is having a lovely time. However, in a rare show of rudeness from the host, the food had become scarce. After dancing for a prolonged period of time, one does become very hungry, especially Lisette Fortescue of France.
Je fais mourir de faim, mais je ne veux pas agacer mon hôte sympa. Peut-être je devrais aider et rappelle les domestiques moi-même.
(I’m dying of hunger, but I don’t want to bother my kind host. Maybe I should help and remind the servants myself.)
So, Lisette went into the kitchens and is shocked at what she finds!
“Two adult unmentionables- both of them male- busied themselves feasting upon the flesh of the household staff. How two zombies could have killed a dozen servants, four maids, two cooks, and a steward were beyond Lisette's comprehension, but she knew precisely how they had gotten in: The cellar door had been opened to let in the cool night air and relieve the oppression of the woodstoves.”
Lisette froze in horror at the carnage before her.
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*Guest Blogger, Titania86 of Fishmuffins of Doom