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By Blanche Hall

We don’t know what Marylee Dyment was doing in Father A’s apartment, but when she cam out, her white running shoes were checker- boarded. (Are Father A and Marylee playing games?)

For April Fool’s Day, Dawn MacLean had a private party — she was the only one there.

The joke is on Derrick Marshall his creditors have hired a hitman to collet their dues.

Joan Chambers was seen walking around Blanchard Hall sans shorts again and they’re not Calvin Klein’s!

Poor ole Mark McKellar misses his mommy so much, he has to steal teddy bears to get to sleep.

Danny Miller should stay away from older women are they more than he can handle?

Carol Doiron has been romantically linked with a certain short Frenchman oooh la la!

Who are you having a

I romantic candlelit dinner with this weekend, Danny Clow?

Ralph Weberbauer will be overjoyed to know that J.F. Painchaud is coming down to P.E.I. to visit him.

Margaret Rose MacAdam has more men in her apart- ment than she can shake a stick at.

The basketball team may perform on the court, but Nigel Daley’s moves on the dance floor are Number 1 in Canada!

Carolyn Stewart has Scot- tish block, but the way she’s

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By J. Lai

I woke with a start. The cold stone floor jolted me into awareness.

l was in a filthy cell, dimly lit with patches of glowing fungus. Running to the door, I let out a scream. My cry of anguish echoed through the empty labyrinthe of corridors and passages outside.

Then, I heard the snap of something breaking. The door slowly opened, creaking in such a way as to sound like a hollow groan.

I waited. The door to free- dom was wide open, but I dare not go. Did the door mock me? An inexplicable rage built up within me — how dare It!

I ran outside and entered absolute silence. I could not hear myself breathe. So this was the game It played! So be it!

A flaming torch was sus- pended from a wall. I leapt and took it. Could the game be turning in my favor? The cursed thing had nOt deprived

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me of my silver medallion, the triangle of silver that hung around my neck.

I began to search the twisted corridors, uncovering one secret passage after an- other. The Thing was toying with me! It though I was searching for an exit! There was only one true chance for survival left to me.

I continued to roam the passageways, seeking. Then I cam upon a corpse.

The air reeked of its rotten stench; the ﬂesh has begun decomposing not too long ago. In one hand was a sword. This victim was pro- bably a mercenary from out— side, seekin the priceless trea- sure housed within It. Little did he know that It was Death!

In my desperation, l grapsed the sword. The half- decayed skull turned and stared me in the face ac- cusingly, the body’s han

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cried, “to seek the treasure within! Let me have mine!”

The hand loosened its grasp and fell away; the skull turned back to stare at the ceiling. A sigh seemed to fill the room. From a doorway in front of me came the sound of distant laughter. The cursed Thing was laughing at me!

I stepped towards the doorway. It has made a mis- take by laughing at me. Now I knew where Its evil heart lay.

Dropping the torch, I tore the medallion from my neck, touched it to the sword, and spoke a word of power. The medallion fused with the sword. Picking up the torch, l peered into the passage.

The passage was filled with writhing serpents. I laughed. It now knew I was no mere mortal. I stepped through the mass of serpents without

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I walked through the ser- pents, stood before the altar and raised the sword high. The damned Thing howled in fear and anger. The walls came alive and rushed to- wards me, trying to crush the life out of my Body.

Quickly, I brought . the sword down, impacting against the altar exactly in its center. The altar crumbled to dust; the room shook with rage, screamed in pain. The Creature was trying to des-

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The Thing emitted a horribly feeble laugh. It knew it had me in Its grasp! Sens- ing danger to my Soul, I threw the medallion as hard as I could while gasping a word of command. The medallion embedded itself in one of the ﬁve stone walls and burst in a flash of light.

I was stunned as an explo- sive death cry tore apart the air. Time froze. My life force hung on the threshold be- tween “life” and “death”, to put it crudely. My awareness dimmed.

Suddenly, there was silence. I was ﬂooded with aware- ness once more. A quiet peace filled the air. I was not just at the drawbridge the castle where the Thing had “lived”. In my hands was the medallion, the triangle of silver shining brightly.

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