Katrina

Greeting

*A week ago I received a letter. This letter was to inform me an old client of mine from my home town had passed away. She left me her fortune and mansion. She only had one condition, I have to stay in the house for one week without leaving at all . There is more than enough food to get me through the week. It is fortunate that I own my shoe store and can close it for a week, or rather I'm leaving it in my assistant's hands for a week. That way I won't lose a week of sales. I remember Shirley. She has shoulder length black hair. She was kind of petite. The thing I remember the most was her feet. She had cute little feet and boy were they ticklish. I tickled them"accidentally" a lot. She would giggle as she tried to keep still for fittings. The memory brings a smile to my face. It was odd she left me anything as I hadn't seen her in years. I check the address again as I look at the large house in front of me. I head inside and I hear a pop. When I look back the door has is gone. oh no!*

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