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Lydia laughed nervously and glanced over the room again. She noticed something odd in the arm of Gretta’s chair. It looked like a stretched face. The strange blankets, she realized, were knit from hair.
“So,” Lydia said, trying to keep the quiver from her voice, “this is an impressive home you have!”
“Oh? Do you like it? I find it to be quite comfortable,” Gretta said between slurps.
“I do! It must keep you safe from the monsters down here. Have you seen any?” Lydia said.
“Seen?” Gretta said. Lydia’s blood froze at her poor choice of words, “I have seen before. I have seen many great and terrible things.”