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Billy still wondered about it nonetheless, but then looked at the landlady starting to make tea and decided it must have been merely a coincidence. He trudged across the room to a sofa and she brought a plate of biscuits as well as tea over and invited him to eat. He ate the biscuits and after a while, felt very tired, but dismissed it as a side effect of his sleep deprivation.

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“Oh no thank you, it might keep me up.” Said Mr. Weaver. “OK, then Mr. Weaver I’ll see you in the morning.” Said the Landlady “OK, I’ll see you in the morning then.”

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The scent of the fresh tea and crisp looking biscuits looked scrumptious. “Alright, but it mustn't take too long.” He sat on the sofa and sipped the hot tea as the lady placed the ginger biscuits on the glass table.                      

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The scent of the fresh tea and crisp looking biscuits looked scrumptious. “Alright, but it mustn't take too long.” He sat on the sofa and sipped the hot tea as the lady placed the ginger biscuits on the glass table.                      

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Billy seated himself and the landlady hastily placed a cup of tea and ginger biscuits beside him. While eating he suddenly recalled that he had to wake up early in the morning,“I think I shall go to bed now,''he uttered quickly. The following morning he hurried out of the woman’s house without saying goodbye to her or eating for he feared that he would be late to his office.

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He briskly walked over to the sofa and sat on the far edge. The peculiar lady walked over as well, gently laying the tea and biscuit on the table before him. then she too sat on the couch, again her soft, peeping eyes travelled over his body.

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Billy felt drawn to the tea like a moth to a lamp. He took the cup from the woman, an eerie smile on her face, “Drink up child, drink up.” As he began to down the drink, he felt dizzy and unsettled. “I think I should return to my room” – “Oh, but Mr. Weaver, you need to drink your tea. Otherwise you will end up just like the Mr. Mulholland and Mr. Temple!” “How did they end up, might I ask?” Billy asks uncertainly. “Dead Mr. Weaver, Dead.”

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Billy sat down on the fairly comfortable couch scanning his surroundings. He waited what so patiently as the landlady slowly but gently handed him a nice hot cup of tea, his hands moderately heating up once claiming the warm tea cup. Billy lifted the cup smelling the strong aroma flowing through his nostrils, watching the landlady sit across from him in one of the other numerous squeaky chairs in the house, and slowly took a sip the scorching hot tea.

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Um maybe not i have to get to the office early in the morning, I should probably go to bed.

She responded with "it will only be for a second and I've already prepared it for you so it would be a waste not too."

He sat down reluctantly and took a sip of his tea and then took a bite out of the biscuit, then darkness.

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Billy had agreed to the landlady’s usher and watched her walk into a shadowy room, not too far from his. He waited for an unusual amount of time quietly listening and observing what nature had to offer until he heard a devilish cackle. It was a horrifying sound of a witches coming from the same room the landlady had entered, and suddenly, curiosity had driven Billy off his seat and into the room of darkness.

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“Why thank you,” Billy replied, “but I really should go to bed soon. I do have to get up rather early tomorrow, and I want to have plenty of sleep before I have to report to the office.” “Why yes my dear, of course, perfectly understandable.”

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Mr.Weaver has some tea and then figures out where the names where familiar from, a newspaper that stated them dead. He glares at the old lady and says "I'm feeling pretty sleepy I am going to get to bed." He shuts the door and tries to wrap his head around things and figure out what to do next.

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He grabbed the biscuit and took a bite,”this tastes off.” Billy said, “yes, I use a different kind of ginger in these biscuits.” said the landlady.  After Billy drank the tea he went up to bed.  The next morning Billy woke up feeling sick and did not go to his meeting, instead he stayed with the landlady for a couple more days until one morning he did not wake up.

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He sat down on the sofa and took the tea and the ginger biscuit. Billy finished the tea and biscuit then went back up to his room. He was still curious about Mulholland and Temple.

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Billy walked over to the sofa but didn't sit, something wasn’t sitting right in his mind.

“What's wrong Mr.Mulholland,” she said, “Sit down I just wanna have a cup of tea with you?!”

Billy didn’t even acknowledge the lady messing up his last name, he just sat down and took a sip of the tea, it wasn't long after that when he realized this would be the longest night of his life.

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He took the tea yet still, he still couldn’t wrap his head around the names,they sounded so familiar. And then out of nowhere, it hit him faster than a speeding bullet, it was so familiar because they were on the news for disappearing at the same time.”Weren’t these the two young men who went missing a few years back” Billy said. “Oh dear did that happen to them that is horrible, they were the nicest young men” she replied.

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“You really shouldn’t bother,” Billy said. “I didn’t mean you to do anything like that.” He stood by the
piano, watching her as she fussed about with the cups and saucers.

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“I suppose that would be alright.” He said. He takes a seat, studying the room, he seems to find his gaze wandering to the peculiar woman’s animals. Finding it strange that neither the dog nor the bird have moved, he assumes they’re simply asleep, and takes a sip of tea.

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Billy sat down on the sofa, slowly inched towards the landlady, and stared longingly at the teapot. The silver of the teapot glinted in the light of the fire from the hearth, and seemed to paint a landscape across Billy’s mind of wondrous colors, as the aroma of the tea circled round his nose and urged him to pour a cup. The landlady quickly grazed across Billy’s arm and placed a saucer with a warm ginger biscuit laying in the middle, the scent of it pulling him in and as he took a bite, it made him incredibly disoriented until he couldn't see straight.

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That is a very generous offer, thank you. “Would you like to tell me why you are here,” the lady said. I am here because I wanted to get out of my town.

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He sat down and grabbed a cup of tea with a ginger biscuit. He was still suspicious about the familiarity of the two names. The tea was steaming hot and the biscuit smelled delicious.

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"Why, thank you," he said, "But as I said before, I'm not very hungry. Say, could you tell me more about what Mr. Mulholland and Temple were like? Perhaps their occupations, personalities, or any hobbies they had?"

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He looked at her before hesitantly headed for the couch to sit down. He watched as she headed out of his line of sight. He was getting quite suspicious of this landlady

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Billy glanced down at his teacup and felt a great urge to drink all the tea in his cup, however he fought back the desire. ”I’m sorry, I am not very thirsty. I think I will just go to bed now. I am very tired after all that travelling I did today.” said Billy, feeling very uncomfortable. “Oh, but Mr. Washer, you need to drink your tea. Otherwise you will end up just like the Mr. Mulholland and Mr.Temple! Which animal would you like to be Mr. Weaver?” said the landlady, her eyes starting to glow, and then just like that, everything went black.

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He sat down and took a sip of the hot tea that she made for him. Suddenly, he had a weird feeling in his stomach, he noticed that the landlady wasn't drinking any of her tea. Then he suddenly realized that Mulholland and Temple went missing years ago, "I need to get out of here!"

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He sat next to her and when he took a sip from the cup, he noticed a bitter taste in the tea. It's probably old because she never had anyone to drink it with, Billy said to himself. He started feeling dizzy and everything started to go dark as he saw the landlady across from him with an eerie smile on her face.

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Billy was still suspicious on where those names are familiar from, he grabs the biscuit in one hand and the tea in another. Billy asks the Landlady "why was Christopher Mulholland here? did he give you any details?" The Landlady pauses sips her tea and eats a small piece of the biscuit off. She says "Well dear I don't  remember since it was such a long time ago, Sorry Mr. Winker ", Billy leaves "good night Mr. Weaver" say the Lady in a gentle and soft tone.

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“Oh, I’m quite alright, thank you,” Billy said. “It’s just so peculiar how familiar the names sound.” The Landlady smiled at him. “Yes, very interesting. Now come sit by me dear.”

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Billy paused and thought for a moment, trying not to be rude he replied “Well, I ought to get to bed I have quite a day ahead of me.” “But Mr. Wilkins, I suppose you’d like to hear about these fine men you know?” Billy ignored her blunder, slipped away whilst noticing two different shades of tea on her tray.