The Black Lingerie, Part Four

“You look half asleep.”

As if on cue, Erin yawned. She gave Ashley a sheepish grin then said, “Didn’t get much sleep last night.”

That was the truth. A second bout of lovemaking with Natty had turned into a third. She had woken up this morning feeling both wrung out and incredible. Dream or not, she had a spring in her step after last night, felt light as a feather.

And kind of sore down there. A development that surprised her a little. Did what happen in the dream have a real impact on her, she wondered. Another, more mundane explanation came to mind; she was playing with herself in her sleep. After all, she was having a very erotic dream.

“I see,” Ashley said, then, “The new girl is looking at you.”

Erin found Mindy sitting by herself, again.

“Do you mind if I invite her over? I got to know her a little yesterday. She seems okay,” Erin asked.

“Um, sure,” Ashley said, shrugging.

Erin waved Mindy over. The girl hesitated, then grabbed her tray and sat with them.

“Mindy, this is Ashley. Ashley, Mindy.”

“The metal head,” Mindy asked, looking at Erin for confirmation.

“How did you know that,” Ashley asked, surprised.

“I gave her the friend compatibility quiz. Turns out you have similar musical tastes,” Erin said, sipping her milk.

“Really? What is your favorite band,” Ashley asked, her eyes bright with interest. It was a rare day that she found someone to talk to about her music.

“I guess Machine Head,” Mindy said it like it was a test.

Ashley blinked at her in surprise.

“Most people haven’t heard of-”

“I love Machine Head,” Ashley said, cutting her off, “At least their stuff before Blackening. I kind of lost interest after Ashes of Empires.”

“Yeah, songs got too long.”

“Exactly,” Ashley said, nodding.

“She likes Jackie Chan movies,” Erin said, just to have something to add to the conversation.

“Really?”

Mindy laughed self consciously, “Why does everyone find that surprising?”

“I like scary movies,” Ashley offered.

“I don’t,” Erin said.

“Yeah, she has ladywood for romantic comedies,” Ashley said, startling a laugh from Mindy.

“I should have warned you about Ashley’s colorful way of expressing herself,” Erin said, laughing.

“Okay,” Mindy said, still laughing.

“What she means, Mindy, is that I’m a delightful conversationalist,” Ashley said, mock glaring at her friend.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant,” Erin said, rolling her eyes.

“Anyway, how are you liking Brimm’s School for Girls?”

“It is a lot better than Richmond Middle.”

“Oh, you are from around here,” Ashley asked, forking some mash potatoes into her mouth.

“Yeah. I live on Autumn Ave. Lived there all my life,” Mindy said.

“Autumn Ave? That is only a few streets up from us,” Erin said, then for Mindy’s benefit, “We are neighbors.”

“What street?”

“Denver Ave at Lamar.”

“Wow. Yeah, that is close to me,” Mindy said, nodding.

“Crazy,” Ashley said, smiling at her, ”We’ve lived that close and never knew each other.”

“Different circles,” Mindy said, shrugging.

“I guess so,” Ashley said, then added, “Well, you are in the circle now. If you want to be, that is.”

Mindy glanced at Erin, who nodded.

“Yeah, I think I do,” Mindy said, grinning.

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“You came back.”

Erin smiled at the girl, “You seem surprised.”

Natty returned the smile with one even brighter, crossed the room to embrace Erin. It was an affectionate squeeze, not sensual. Still, Erin couldn’t help but notice the scent of the girl, the way their bodies pressed together. She felt a spark of arousal light and she grinned at her own horniness. She was kind of disappointed when the girl broke the embrace and stepped back at arms length.

“I was hoping you would come,” Natty said, shyly tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, “This time is different, you see. The last three times- and every time before that, for that matter- it was me that called to you, drew you here. I didn’t call you this time.”

“You didn’t,” Erin asked, interested.

“No, you came on your own this time. I wanted to see if you would. I’m so happy you wanted to,” The girl said, tears welling in her eyes. Erin caught a glimpse of the loneliness in her eyes and her heart broke for her. She really didn’t understand the circumstances of Natty’s existence, what her life consisted of now, but she sensed the girl missed companionship. Was she all alone in this place?

Erin hugged her, again, whispered in her ear, “You aren’t alone anymore.”

She felt the girl trembling as she cried quietly. Erin held her until Natty finally pulled away and gave her a sheepish grin. She wiped her eyes, now puffy from crying. With some effort, she gathered herself.

“Sorry,” Natty said.

“No need to be sorry.”

“What you just said,” she said, her lip trembling. She paused, got herself under control, “You have no idea what that means to me. Can’t even begin to fathom the loneliness of this place. Day and night with only myself for company. It is enough to make you go mad.”

“That is horrible.”

“It was horrible, but then one day something changed. Like a light turned on in a gloomy room. Can you guess what that was?”

“No.”

“You moved into my old room. I could sense you,” She smile, fondly.

“Really,” Erin asked, frowning, “How?”

“I don’t know. Maybe proximity or the fact that you are a girl. Maybe both or neither,” She said, then, “This place has its rules. I don’t pretend to know or understand them.”

“What is this place,” Erin asked, looking around.

“I don’t know its name or even its purpose,” Natty said, sighing, “All I know for sure is that I can’t leave it.”

“You’ve tried,” Erin asked, then wished she hadn’t. If she was locked in a room, surely she would try to escape.

Natty must have saw her chagrin, smiled.

“Of course you have. Stupid question.”

“The windows won’t open and the door is locked. I must have tried them a million times but they won’t open.”

Erin didn’t know why she did it; she trusted Natty’s claim to have tried it already. Still, she reach out and twisted the door knob. There was resistance at first, like someone was holding the other side, but it relented.

Natty gasped in surprise as the door swung slowly open, “How- how did you do that?”

“I don’t know. I just opened the door like it was any other door.” Erin said, frowning.

Suddenly pale, Natty stumbled to the bed and sat down.

“Are you okay,” Erin asked, joining her.

“It opened,” Natty said, still trying to wrap her head around it, “I’ve spent hours tugging on that door, Erin. Countless hours. It’s never so much as budged an inch.”

“It felt like someone was holding the knob on the other side but it wasn’t strong enough to keep me from opening the door.”

“I don’t think you were supposed to be able to open it,” Natty said, then, “I can see the hallway.”

Erin glanced at the door, “Yeah, that is the upstairs hallway.”

Natty gave her a sarcastic look, “I’ve had a lot of time to think about what might be beyond that door. I always figured if I managed to get the door open, I’d looking at nothing, just a deep black void that would swallow me up. There was another possibility but I didn’t want to think about that one. Anyway, I didn’t even consider the hallway.”

“Oh,” Erin said, what she said sinking in, “yet you tried to open the door, anyway.”

“Yeah,” Natty said, quietly, “I was… You get tired of the nothingness.”

Again, Erin sensed her crushing sadness and loneliness. She put an arm around her shoulders, pulled her close.

“The door was hope. It was the potential for something else,” Natty said, sighing heavily, “Anything else but this.”

“It is open now,” Erin said, “No black hole. No…Hell.”

“Just the hallway.”

“Why not Heaven?”

“I knew it wasn’t an option.” She said, glancing at Erin with teary eyes, “Don’t ask, please.”

“Okay,” Erin nodded, letting the question go unasked.

An uncomfortable silence fell between them, both girls lost in their own thoughts. It threatened to stretch to eternity but finally Natty broke it, “Do you think… What would happen if I left this room?”

“I don’t know,” Erin said, glancing at the open door.

“I want to leave this room so bad but…”

“But?”

“This last few night have been wonderful, completely different than the last fifty years. You have made this all bearable, even pleasant. Especially when you are here.”

“I like being with you, too.”

“I’ve wanted to go through that door, whatever waited be damned for so long… Now that I possibly can, I have something to lose and I’m scared.”

“Something to lose?”

“You,” Natty said, looking into her eyes, “What if something happens?”

“What?”

“I don’t know. This place guards its secrets well. I don’t know what the rules are, so playing the game is frightening at times. Who knows what the penalty is for breaking one?”

“Oh,” Erin said, looking again at the door. The piece of hallway she could see didn’t look threatening. It just looked like a hallway.

“What do you want to do,” Erin asked, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. Natty clutched it like a drowning man would a life preserver.

“I want to see the rest of the house again. It has been so long,” She said.

“Then let’s do it,” Erin said.

“Do you think it is safe?”

“Who knows,” Erin said, the tugged the girl to her feet, “Come on. We are going to find out.”

They slowly approached the door, moving from one side of it to the other. All they could see was hallway through the open portal. That wasn’t as reassuring as it could have been, Erin decided.

“Alright,” she said, looking around, “We need a plan. How can we do this with as much control as possible?”

“I don’t understand.”

“If we just waltz out there, we are leaving everything to luck. We need… A lifeline,” Erin said, getting an idea. She went to the bed, stripped off the sheets and covers. Natty was watching, a questioning look on her face, so she said, “I figure we tie these together to form a rope that we can tie around our waists. We can tie the other end to something. Maybe we can pull ourselves back into the room if it gets hairy out there. It isn’t much but it is all I can think of right now.”

Natty nodded appreciatively, said, “It is a good idea. Hopefully we won’t need it.”

One end of their improvised rope was tied to the bed, which was as heavy and clunky as it looked, and the other around them. They stood belly to back, Erin in the front figuring this was the easiest way for two girls to be bound together. Erin caught a glimpse of them in the mirror and had to laugh.

“What,” Natty asked.

Erin nodded at the mirror and Natty laughed, too, “We look ridiculous.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s get this over with before I pee myself.”

Blinking in surprise, Erin asked, “There is a question for you. If you can’t leave this room, then how do you go to the bathroom.”

Laughing, Natty said, “I’ve had to hold it for fifty years.”

Now that she was thinking about it, a lot of little things came to mind, “No food or water. How can you survive without food or water?”

“I didn’t survive,” She said, reminding Erin that she was a ghost. Bodily functions like using the bathroom and eating didn’t matter as much as they used to.

“You are a ghost. Right,” Erin said, sheepishly.

“Something like that.”

“Alright, enough stupid questions,” Erin said, gathering her courage, “Let’s do this thing.”

Walking slowly, they moved toward the open door. She paused just this side of the threshold and glanced at Natty. The girl nodded, so she reached out her hand and broke the plane. Nothing happened. Her arm was out in the hallway without incident.

“Seems okay,” Erin said, then, “You try.”

Natty drew a deep breath and hesitantly extended her arm into the hallway. The pent up breath rushed out of her when she wasn’t snatched into oblivion or her arm hacked off at the point it crossed the door frame. She gave a nervous little laugh as she let it fall back to her side. Thinking better of it, she wrapped her arms around Erin for comfort.

“Here we go,” Erin said and they stepped into the hallway. It was pretty anticlimactic. The only significant thing to happen was the floorboards creaked under their weight.

“I’m out of the room,” Natty whispered like she thought there was something to overhear her.

“Do you think we still need the tether,” Erin asked.

“Probably not.”

Erin untied them, let the sheets fall to the floor at their feet. She turned and embraced the girl and Natty hugged her back fiercely.

“Now what,” Erin asked.

“I don’t know. I never expected to make it out of the room. I didn’t make plans past getting the door open,” Natty laughed, excitedly.

“Well, do you want to stay in the hallway or do you have anywhere else you want to go,” Erin teased.

“Come on,” she said, taking Erin’s hand. She led her down the hall to the door to the master bedroom. This was her parent’s room in the present, but they were still clearly in Natty’s time. She didn’t recognize any of the wall decorations or furniture in the hallway.

Natty grasped the door handle and tried to open the door. Her face pinched as she struggled and she grunted with exertion. Still the door stayed closed.

Curious to see if she could repeat the performance from earlier, Erin pulled Natty’s hand away and eased her aside. The brass knob was cool in her hand and twisted with a little effort. The door opened inward, the room dark. Without thinking, she reached inside and felt along the wall for the light switch. Natty gasped as her arm disappeared into darkness, then sighed with relief when the light snapped on.

“I think we found one rule of this place,” Erin said, looking at her, “You can’t open the doors but it seems I can. Why do you think that is?”

“I think this place is like a prison,” Natty said, peering into the master bedroom, “I’m a prisoner, so I can’t open the doors or windows. You are just a visitor so you can leave anytime you want. I think that is why the doors open for you. Does that make sense?”

“As much as any of this does, I guess,” Erin said, “And like a prisoner, if the doors are left open…”

“I can get out,” Natty finished, nodding.

“Sounds right, some how.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“So, why are we here? Whose room was this,” Erin asked, looking into the room. It was simply decorated, very masculine. Not a woman’s room or one that was decorated by a woman for sure. Not that it wasn’t without taste. It was clean, well kept. The furniture was sturdy, simple with a minimal amount of fuss.

“Did you find my diary in the box,” Natty asked, instead of answering the question.

“Yeah, I think.” Erin said, remembering the notebook full of a foreign language script.

“That is the story of me,” she said, looking at Erin. Her eyes were hard to read but Erin did sense that she didn’t want to talk about it. Natty must have read in turn Erin’s understanding because she nodded, “It is a hard story to tell, some of the details getting messed up by later events. If you want to know my story, you should read it for yourself.”

“You want me to read your diary,” Erin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m giving you permission if you want to.”

“I see the distinction,” Erin said.

“Good,” Natty said, smiling shyly.

“Okay, forget who’s room this was. Why are we here now?”

“I want to show you something inside.”

Erin followed her into the room, to her parent’s closet- but not really. It belong to a former owner. Natty reached for the knob and Erin started to remind her about the doors in this place but stopped. She had been able to open the closet door in her room. Maybe she would be able to open this one as well. Sure enough it opened easily.

“Only exits,” Natty said, reading her mind.

“I see that.”

Natty pulled the chain and the closet was bathed in light. Definitely a man’s closest, all suits and t- shirts, work shirts and jeans.

“The closet in my room was just for show. I kept my company clothes in there, the clothes I wore outside the house. My real closet was here.”

She pushed the man’s clothes aside and pushed on the wall in three places. The whole back wall swung inward, revealing a second room, three feet by six feet. It was lined with racks of clothes and dozens of pairs of shoes were on the floor.

It only took Erin a few seconds to realized a few things. Everything appeared to be Natty’s size, even the shoes. This would be okay if the clothing wasn’t mostly lingerie and sexy outfits, the shoes like those a stripper would wear. There were skimpy bras and panties, sheer nylons, teddies and bustiers, costumes. Leather and lace and all things sexy. Dozens of outfits and sets.

“Where did you get all of these things,” Erin asked, amazed, “Are they all like the one I found in my wall?

“Everything is tailored to fit me, yes,” Natty said, her voice hard to read. It was part nostalgia, part anger, part longing, “These were the things I wore when no one else was around. For my Love.”

Her love, Erin thought, that was who this room belonged to. What kind of man would let a little girl wear such things? Or make her wear them?

“This room makes me sad,” Natty said, “Come on.”

She took Erin’s hand and led her from the room. She didn’t even flinch crossing the threshold this time. Her mind was at ease that there was no danger for her on the other side. With Erin in tow, she went to the bathroom, waited for Erin to open the door for her. Erin opened the door, saw that the bathroom hadn’t changed much in fifty years.

Natty stepped in and looked around, “The bathroom. Funny how you miss the little things.”

Erin smiled.

Fiddling with the taps, she started the water in the shower running. She glanced at Erin, grinning, “I can’t believe this works. And the water is hot. I loved showering, the feel of the water on my skin.”

“You can take one anytime you want now,” Erin said, touched by her enthusiasm, “I’ll leave the door open for you.”

Natty’s head jerk up and looked at her in wide eyed surprise, “That is brilliant. You can open all the doors before you go. I’ll have free reign of the house.”

“What about the door outside?”

“I-I- I don’t know about going outside. That might be pushing my luck with the warden.” Natty said.

“Possibly,” Erin said, “I’ll open the doors anyway.”

“Thanks, Erin. You truly are amazing.”

“I’ll go do it now, so it is done.”

“I think I might have a shower.”

“Okay.”

Erin left her to her shower, going from room to room, opening all of the ‘exits’. She went downstairs and opened the front and back door. As she went, she took in how different the place looked from how it did now. It didn’t even seem like the same house.

The shower was running in the bathroom and she smiled. She couldn’t imagine living in a world so depressing that a shower was a cause for celebration. Natty’s existence now was definitely a challenge, perhaps a punishment for some transgression. Erin felt sorry for her, hoped she had done something today to ease her suffering.

Stepping into the bathroom, she saw Natty’s silhouette through the door and felt a pull of longing. She smiled and stripped out of the sleep shorts and t-shirt she had worn to bed. Naked, she opened the door to the shower and stepped into the steamy compartment. Natty glanced over her shoulder at Erin, grinned.

“I was hoping you’d join me. The water feels incredible,” Natty said, moving against Erin.

The water did feel incredible Erin decided, letting it cascade down her naked body. So did Natty’s body pressed tightly to hers. The combination sparked her desire and she kissed Natty. She opened her mouth to let Erin’s eager tongue into her mouth, caressed it with her own. Her hands squeezed Erin’s buttocks, slid up her back. Erin let her own hands wonder, finding Natty’s wet flesh thrilling.

“Let me wash you,” Natty said, reaching for a bar of soap. Erin stepped back, giving her room to do so. Soaping up her hands, Natty set the bar aside, then slowly soaped Erin’s arms, then her neck. She took her time, much more time than it took to lather a girl’s body Erin’s age. She was very thorough, seemed to enjoy the task greatly. Erin didn’t mind so much either, loving the feel of her hands on her body. She was more than a little aroused, her nipples standing tall and a pleasant warmth in her lower abdomen.

Natty had saved her pussy for last, a small patch of bare skin in an otherwise soapy, slippery body. Now her fingers found Erin ready, made her moan happily. She gave Erin a kiss as she stroked her, her free hand coming up to cup one soapy breast. Erin leaned against the shower wall for support, her hips gyrating against Natty’s hand.

“You smell like peaches,” Natty said, between kisses.

“It’s the soap.”

“I know. It was my favorite.”

Erin sighed. Natty was doing wonderful things to her, making her body scream for more. The girl made no move to stop, was watching Erin’s reaction to her touch. It was very intimate and exciting. It turned Erin on even more and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. She didn’t need to be quiet but something about being in the stall made her think about all the times she played with herself in the shower. This wasn’t quite the same, but she still bit her lip.

“You are so sexy,” Natty said, her smile playful and full of promise.

“Mmmm…” Erin said, smiling.

Natty’s fingers were moving faster and faster, mashing her labia and massaging her tender bud. The sensation was driving her crazy. She writhed like a person pitching a fit, her body out of control in its need for release.

Then the tension. Erin gasped, “I’m coming! I’m coming.”

“Come for me, baby,” Natty said.

“Ah,” Erin cried, then climaxed. As her body shook, Natty didn’t let up, kept on rubbing her now very sensitive clit. Her body jerked and spasmed like live wires had been laid on her skin. Even as the first orgasm fade, she felt another building. Being quiet went out the window and sharp barks of ecstasy ripped from her. She gasped and came again. This one washed through her even harder than the first, nearly shaking her apart.

Still, Natty didn’t let up, pinned her to the wall with her body and tortured her tender sex. It felt incredible, almost painful in its intensity. Her whole body was trembling and she couldn’t stop making these weird noises of enjoyment.

“Oh, God. Oh, God! OH GOD,” Erin said, a third orgasm grabbing a hold of her. This one made her knees weak, nearly took her to the shower floor. Natty caught her, kept her on her feet. Seconds after the third, a fourth climax shattered her. Finally, Natty removed her hand, leaving Erin panting like a dog.

She leaned heavily on the girl, not trusting her legs just yet

“Oh, my God,” Erin laughed, looking down at herself ”I feel like jello.”

“Forced orgasm are intense,” Natty said, grinning at her, “The feeling stacks up until you just can’t take it anymore.”

“Mmm…” Erin said, nodding.

“Feels good though, right?”

“Good,” Erin managed.

Natty laughed, gave her a kiss.

Erin turned into the spray, let the hot water wash the soap from her body. The stream made her jerk when it hit her still very sensitive pussy and she laughed. Natty watched her, her eyes hot on Erin’s lean body. After a moment, she grabbed the soap and started to wash herself but Erin stopped her, took the bar. Lathering her hands, she washed the other girl, taking her time. Natty’s young body was firm and soft and exciting. She loved her silky skin, the warmth of her. She enjoyed washing her as much as being washed by her.

Deliberately, she had saved her pussy for last. Now she ran her hand over the soft folds of her labia making Natty shiver.

Paybacks are a bitch, she thought, grinning.

Natty trapped her hand in her own, separating two fingers. She eased Erin’s hand lower, pressed them there. There was resistance at first, then the fingers slipped inside of her hot, slick sex. Erin’s eyes widened as her fingers disappeared into her and she started to pull them back in surprise.

“It’s okay,” Natty sighed, “My hymen was taken a long time ago.”

“Oh,” Erin said, wincing. She didn’t want to think about the circumstances where a girl of twelve could say her hymen was ruptured ‘a long time ago’.

Inside Natty’s pussy felt weird, hot and slippery with her juices. Her body gripped Erin’s fingers. It was a curious sensation.

“Wow, that’s weird,” Erin said, making Natty laugh. She blushed, “Sorry. First time fingering a girl.”

“It feels better on this end,” Natty said, “Just move your fingers in and out slowly.”

“Like this,” Erin asked, easing her fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back into to her third knuckle. Natty’s hips rolled against her hand, taking them even deep inside. It was amazing to see.

“Yeah, just like that,” Natty sighed.

“This doesn’t hurt,” Erin asked.

“No,” she moaned, “It feels incredible. You can orgasm just playing with your clit but this is so much more intense.”

“Oh,” Erin said, slowing fingering Natty’s wet pussy. Her juices were running down her fingers, the girl was so excited.

On instinct, she sank to her knees and lowered her mouth to Natty’s sex, let her tongue slip between the folds of her labia to taste her bud. Very aroused, Natty groaned and swayed as Erin’s hot tongue traced lazy circles. She put a hand to the back of Erin’s head, holding her mouth to her pussy. Taking that as a hint, Erin continued to tease her clitoris while moving her fingers in and out a little faster. Natty responded, her hips undulating against her mouth and hand.

“That is- oh, God- so good. Just keep doing that and I’m going to com,” Natty said around a moan. Her fingers were knotted in Erin’s hair, her free hand cupping one of her breasts. Her head lolled loosely on her neck, her mouth slack with enjoyment.

Her cries of pleasure were music to Erin’s ears and she wanted to make her sing. Fingers thrusting deep and fast and tongue mashing against an engorged clit, she rocketed Natty toward her climax. When the girl’s counter thrusts became erratic and her cries grew more excited, she knew the girl was orgasming.

“OH,” Natty cried, shaking. Erin could feel her vaginal muscles flutter around her fingers, knew she had come. Grinning, she kept thrusting her fingers into Natty’s quivering sex, making the other girl’s hips buck out of control. It was hard to keep her mouth to her jumping sex, so she grabbed a buttock to better control her. Natty clenched down on her fingers as a second orgasm rocked through her. She cried out in ecstasy, her cry loud enough to wake the dead.

Erin didn’t let up, kept shoving her fingers into her convulsing pussy. She gave up on using her mouth, Natty’s body jerking too much.

“Oh, shit! OH SHIT,” Natty screamed, a third orgasm raging through her young body. Her knees buckled and Erin had to stand up in hurry to catch her.

“I got you,” She said, taking Natty into her arms. The girl hugged her back, kissed her neck.

“That was…” She started, then ran out of words.

“Yeah, I know,” Erin said, grinning, “I’m incredible.”

Natty laughed and kissed her, “You are incredible.”

“Thank you,” Erin said, then, “We better get out of here before we turn into girl shaped prunes.”

They found plush towels in the linen closet, dried off. Not bothering to get dressed, they left the bathroom and went back to Erin/Natty’s room. They stretched out on the bed, side by side, looking up at the ceiling.

Natty said, “It has been a crazy night.”

“Yeah,” Erin agreed.

“I can’t believe I left this room.”

“It happened,” Erin teased, “I was there.”

Natty laughed.

Continue to Part Five

5 Responses to The Black Lingerie, Part Four

  1. Fur says:

    I just cant help it. Every time I start reading these I just cant stop. I do so love your work.

  2. Minnona Derice says:

    OMG the escape and then shower was hot. I love shower sex. It can be very erotic and intimate well ya know I am hooked no darling

  3. Fur says:

    I just had a stupid thought (very common for me). As the girls latter find they can bring things in and out of this world why did no one just think to ask for a rule book or something like it? There should be some kind of thing to explain how it all works I’m guessing but I have no idea and I have no idea why that popped into my head either

  4. ebo says:

    Um, I’m not sure there is an actual user manual for the Place of Locked Doors. If there is, I still don’t think the girls should know about it. It’d take away the fun of them discovering something new about Natty’s slice of the afterlife. For example, in this chapter where Erin figures out she can open the doors when Natty can’t… It wouldn’t be the same if they just knew Erin could do it or that Natty wouldn’t spontaneously combust if she stepped across the threshold and into the hallway.

  5. Fur says:

    I was thinking much latter on Ebo like they try something that doesn’t work and one of them just wonders if there is a book like that. There doesn’t need to be one

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