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H.NO 2,11th STREET

Do you know the girl who lives on the 11th street? Her house is second one from the left. Outside her gate are shrubs of roses-pink, yellow and white. As you go inside, you will meet her little brown dog called Pencil. Pencil loves playing with his plastic toy-bone. The living room is a colourful one. The curtains and the cushions have beautiful patterns. In the dining hall there is a huge painting of an old man, whose eyes follow you wherever you go.

Eyes- yes! The girl has beautiful eyes. Once you meet her you will be totally mesmerized. When she starts talking, you just want to listen.

Her house has other rooms too, including a basement. The basement is where she plays the piano. A huge, antique piano.

She’s a natural. Her fingers meticulously move over the black and white keys and her mellifluous voice fills the air.

Besides the piano is a huge box. Its decorated with lots of small shells, like eyes all over it.

And if you open the box you will find an eye each of all the people who have ever visited the house.

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BEWARE!!

*Enid Blyton meets R.L.Stine..

*You may be reminded of the Anguli mar Dakoo by the end.

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Alesea said…
Piano wid eyes.....interesting and wierd both.....u have already said it....Blyton and Stine
And it was Anguli Maal..... is this going to be Aankhen maal......lols
April 10, 2007 at 7:39 AM
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