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Entry 4 - With some trepidation, and all the while wishing it was whisky instead, Margaret paused to gaze at the far distant light glimmering gamely through the slightly thrashing branches of the wannabe trees. Until this unusual evening Margaret had always viewed her life as being like a Cocteau Twins album - melodic but making little sense. Now she was beginning to fear that it was becoming more like the Rocky Horror Picture Show. This worried her as she had never owned a pair of fishnet stockings in her life, being a more conservative type of girl. [This was, of course, her way of attempting to compensate for the wildness of her party-hair.] So now she was faced with a dilemma - should she, despite her tenacious progress forward, turn back to follow the right hand path? Or should she continue on towards the light and hope that she would not be turned away due to inappropriate attire? After contemplating her options for a few moments, Margaret decided that she might as well continue her reckless foray into the dark and forbidding. Gathering up what remained of her courage in one hand - as it wasn't really that much due to most of it had expired from faint-heartedness during her evening's meandering - she straightened her resolve with her free hand and walked towards the light. Entry 5 - Much to her surprise, it did not take Margaret long to reach the source of the light. One moment she was straining to determine the direction from whence the light was shining; the next, she found herself standing outside a large wrought-iron gate which was in a suitable state of disrepair to add to the general melodramatic air which surrounded the large Gothic style mansion which loomed forbiddingly at the end of a long overgrown drive. It was as if she had suddenly been transported to some mysterious location in Transylvania. "So we're still going with the Rocky Horror motif," Margaret thought wryly to herself as she looked up at the open door from which the light was streaming. Or maybe all this was part of something even more sinister in intent. Suppressing a shudder that was violent enough to nearly shake the fillings from her teeth, Margaret nervously, pushed on one half of the gate. Obligingly it squeaked loudly as it slowly swung open, intensifying the oppressive atmosphere even more. Thinking that the atmosphere would soon be too thick to walk through if this was to continue, Margaret quickly slipped through the gap that appeared and almost ran along the drive up to the house. Tripping lightly up the steps, Margaret picked herself up and paused by a column covered in strange carvings in order to let her breath catch up with her, before approaching the portal leading into the building. Hesitantly, she stopped just outside the doorway and nervously called out, "Hello, is anyone home?" TO BE CONTINUED............
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