Catherine gasped as she stepped into the room, her long dress trailing behind her - she had dressed up as Belle for the occasion. Her hand flew to her mouth, "Oh dear! Not another one. This is terrible, who could possibly have done in all of these people?" It was such a painfully obvious question that she felt silly for it after it left her mouth. To cover it up she decided to close the door behind them, "So the trick-or-treaters don't find us again."

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Although not quite satisfied with Kit's answer, she admitted that a decent mourning should take place so people had proper time to freak out, go crazy, cross the border to Insanity or simply run around in circles and pull out hair if they wanted. It wouldn't be fair to rob someone of this grand opportunity, everyone was on equal terms!

"Oh, hello dear Saffron. I was wondering if...." Eä motioned her away from the others since she didn't want to bother the living with ghost-talk. "... I'M DEAD!!! What do I do? How do I get used to it??? Is there some kind of therapy group? Ghosts Anonymous or something? Quite frankly, it's freaking me out... I just couldn't share it with the others.. you know.."

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Having been in hibernation in her room all of yesterday and most of today, Aria was in the dark as to the continuance of strange happenings in the mansion. Truth be told, she was still in the dark period. Her eyes were rather glazed over as she tripped into the room, and right through the ghost of Ea.

She paused, turning around and staring at the translucent being. "You look rather thin," she remarked slowly. "And you missed Thanksgiving. Oh well... there's always Christmas... and Dunkin' Donuts."

Her eyes took in the room slowly, absent-mindedly, and she remarked mildly, "So just when we find the coffee again the killer takes away our means of making it? What a flippin' wretch! Tar! Feathers! Boston!"

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Hearing the commotion from up on the garden terrace Lady Death knew exactly what was going on. No one congregated for an official cry fest unless someone had been murdered. She floated down through the ceiling and stopped next to Eä's ghost who was floating in Lotus position. "Well, hello dear," she said rather nonchalantly. "It's lovely of you to join us. I assure you, you'll get used to be a ghost in no time." She gave Eä what she hoped was a reassuring smile and then turned to survey the crime scene laid out before her.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Kit was standing, pondering over the body of Ea when one of the trick or treaters dressed as a priate came wandering in. Kit, aghast that he could see the body, ushered him out and asked him why he was so far away from his group.

"Miss Lady," he said. "Is everyone always tired in this house? Because we saw this lady laying on the floor in one of the rooms sleeping. Kit gasped. <i>Not two in the same (two) day(s)!</i>

"What do you mean... Jack?" Kit tried.

He frowned, "I'm Barbossa!"

Kit apologized profusely, "So where did you find the lady sleeping? Are you sure she was sleeping?"

He looked up at her innocently, "Why else would she be on the floor?" Kit asked him to lead her to him, and waved for the others to follow, temporarily abandoning Ea to her gloom and doom.

Barbossa led the way turning this corner and that until they reached the Conservatory. He pulled at her hand and led her to the figure across the room next to the window. Kit gasped.

"Not Galatea!" She cried. Kit saw the look of confusion on Barbossa's face and she immediately ushered him out to go find his group. She thanked him because everyone knew it was not safe to sleep on the floor in the middle of the day, she didn't know why it was safe but let's just go with that, shall we?

Kit surveyed the room and saw that Galatea was lying flat on her back, arms spread out as if she had fallen. She looked around and looked for clues where there could be any and saw that on the piano nearbly there lay sheet music for the Lord of the Rings soundtrack.

"Very peculiar." Kit said, "What could've possibly killed her?" Forgetting that if Galatea was not, in fact, dead and was actually sleeping, Kit checked for a pulse and could find none.

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By 11 pm GMT, I should like an answer.

No one has been exempt this round.

Keep in mind that you also have a final guess Thursday night/evening before the day of Halloween where the killer will be revealed if you have not already guessed correctly. If you didn't get it right this time, keep discussing for Thursday's guess.</center>

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Nurr watched curiously as Kit followed the little boy out of the room. Someone sleeping....oh no! Following them, she came up behind Fragile to see Galatea lying on the floor! "No! Not Galatea!" Nurr cried in distress. "Who keeps doing this? And what possessed them to kill off her? Why?" She sank into a chair and covered her face, mourning for her good friend.

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"Another one?" Nienna sighed, "Poor Galatea."

"No no no... not again!" Indilwen groaned, cradling her head in her hands. "First Ea, now Galatea... not good, not good," she murmured, following slowly and mournfully after the others.

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Tur had been roaming the grounds looking for something, anything, to help occupy himself after he had barely escaped a gaggle of children. Hearing the commotion, he soared to the Conservatory, looking panicked. He swore in Quenya as he took in the scene, and immediatly began to circle to room. "How'd she die?" He asked, turning to float before Kit.

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Galatea suddenly floated through the door, looking even paler than usual and quite transparent. "Hello, everyone. What's going on?" Peering over their heads, she spotted her own body lying on the floor. "Oh my."

Drifting closer, she stared down at the body. "I don't look too good dead, do I?" A through struck her, and she abruptly turned and floated through the wall, returning a second later. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be a ghost. It's a bit different than I was expecting. Interesting, though."