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What dangers did lurk beneath the pall in the hall?
He giggled. 'Pall' and 'hall.'
He reconsidered that giggle. Made him sound a bit girlish. Maybe he was a girl.
After all, it was dark, and, to be honest, the narrator never really gave these sorts of things a whole lot of thought.
Not that there was anything wrong about being a girl. Or girlish, in fact. That didn't imply weakness. Or a tendency to giggle.
Well, it did, on the second count. But it didn't have to be a weak giggle or anything.
The giggle, as there was no dispute s/he had giggled, had finished echoing at this point, and the plot was quickly fading, fading into the gloom at the foot of the stairs s/he couldn't quite see but probably were out there, lurking in the darkness, waiting to be his/her downfall.
The sheer literalness, the baldness of that last pun almost hurtled him/her to the floor, in fact.
Thankfully, a giant *thump* did that instead.
It was followed by another great big *thump* that shook the darkness and the wooden floorboards s/he found his/her cheek pressed against. The floorboards weren't quite worn enough to not have splinters, and all this thumping wasn't doing wonders for what had previously been the hero/ine's lovely unspoilt cheeks.
And fortunately, the thumping stopped. Which was ominous, but also good, in a way, because it meant s/he had time to pick a few splinters out of his/her face.
S/he had just started giggling again when the giant shadow-dwelling land-based great white shark mutation that had been bred in the basement by the evil Professor Jones leapt up from the bottom of the stairs where it had been thumping around all evening and devoured our hero/ine whole, thus ending what could have been a rather pleasant story, but just wound up being rather thin on detail and confined to a hall with badly polished floorboards.
disclaimer:
The lesson: Always try and keep track which halls you're creeping down may be adjacent to evil professor's laboratories, hangouts, smoking dens, poker halls, living rooms, or kitchens. You never know whether or not those land-based great whites can leap great distances in a single bound or whether just the whole masses of rows of teeth is all they have.
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