SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART SEVENTEEN

Will you be fighting tonight Sherlock? Came the gruff cockney accent belonging to the well built proprietor in a friendly, yet humorously menacing tone. Seemed like a decent sort of man. I'd sparred with him on many an occasion, finding him a bit soft despite his enormous muscle power. He really was no match for me. Do we have a newcomer? I asked raising my brow as an exciting new challenge was just what the doctor ordered. He nodded. Yes we have a new one all right. His eyes glinted almost spitefully which further raised my adrenaline.I inhaled my pipe languishing in a feeling of euphoria.It's contents not quite as potent as usual for sleep was not welcome. My man in Bermondsey had given me a good supply of opium. That was the true reason for returning to London apart from the blasted book which was full of errors and not the original copy as I had once thought. I happened to meet one of the so called cave dwellers earlier on around noon. He stole some food from the kitchens and ran off so fast that I barely caught sight of his face. Nobody chased him. It was a regular occurrence apparently. They're a bloody nuisance. Said the cook. A huge red faced man called Stanley as he crossed the carpeted bar room almost knocking a table over. Scared the life out of me he did. Has he gone? Oh hello Sherlock. I didn't know you was staying here. I rarely get out of the kitchen these days. You fighting tonight? Yes Stanley I am indeed, and looking forward to it. Now who is this new fighter? Should I be afraid? I have no idea Sherlock there's new boys coming in every week from all over the country. Your joking with me ain't you? You ain't scared of nobody.I can see that smirk, like your laughing in secret. You know me too well Stanley. Grinning I had to admit it. He raised his thick eyebrows awaiting some important task. In all seriousness. I began then hesitated enjoying his attention, not because I liked him in any way good grief no,but because I was rather hungry. My stomach was rumbling.whilst he stood open mouthed and waiting. His grubby blood soaked white apron in his hands. Get me one of your delicious pies. I said noting the disappointed sigh, his body deflating. Is that all? Coming up. He turned back to the kitchen and I wondered where the blood on his apron had come from. Following him into the kitchen unseen I watched him prepare dinner.

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART SIXTEEN

The blood of a hundred men was needed to make a dagger so powerful it was able to send a man into another dimension according to ancient legend which also promised everlasting life to those wounded by it.I tried to total the body count so far.It wasn't far off the mark.
Stuff and nonsense of course. Blasted stupid book encouraging murder the author should be incarcerated at the very least. Who is he now! Hmm some Spanish chap probably long since died. Holmes had said that the book was written by the devil himself with a face so serious that I almost believed him. It's pouring down with rain and the wind is howling upon the Windows but I know that silent request for assistance is going unanswered. Although he's not here physically Holmes presence can be felt in these rooms such is the spirit of the man. Makes me feel quite guilty to feel comfortable here despite the cosy homely atmosphere . Catching site suddenly of my reflection on the window pane I noticed that I appeared quite ashen faced and my hair much more grey than before. The street below was glittering in the twilight, everything looked so clean and vivid that I threw up the window sash and took in some fresh air . There was people rushing about trying to get out of the rain and there I saw Her Maria. Hurrying along with her umbrella. Such a nice girl we usually have tea together around this time and I'd completely forgotten. Maria wait for me I'll be down in a bit. I called. She waved pointed toward the teashop. I'll meet you there John. She smiled showing perfect white teeth. I really didn't know her very well but was hoping that she would one day be the new Mrs Watson. She told me how she grew up in Chislehurst. Which I thought quite a coincidence. Many men have gone missing over the years . She said. I was worried. There could be many daggers.

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART FIFTEEN

Poor girl was fretting so much for my safety that she refused to tell me where I could meet one of these unusual creatures until I offered her a very generous tip swaying her irresistibly. One of the many wells in the woods would be sufficient apparently. After dark of course. I shrugged off the faint cloak of dread and became resolute.
Doctor Watson I brought you breakfast. Mr Holmes left a message for you. He said the dagger is almost ready! Whatever that would mean. I don't understand you two gentlemen no sooner do you get home than your up and gone again. The housekeeper rambled on while Watson puzzled over her words. He left very early this morning. Our Mr Holmes. She smiled kindly wiping her hands on her apron. A faraway look in her eyes. He said he had a train to catch. She seemed so cheerful and upbeat that I could of pushed aside the awful darkness that was welling up into my solar plexus and the COLD shiver that ran down my spine. He'd gone back. Yes He's quite fearless going back to that place so soon. I sometimes think that he's not human such is his gall. Now what does he mean about the dagger. Better look it up. I'll be in the study please don't disturb me. I sank into my chair and buried myself into reading glad to be home. There after much study I found the underlined pages of text in a dark arts book the answers that I was seeking. Holmes must have spent the early hours of the morning reading. Always two steps ahead as usual.

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART FOURTEEN

The room at the Crown was excellent with flocked wallpaper, a huge roaring fireplace and an enormous four poster bed. Here sitting by the fire in a overstuffed armchair and being served tea by a wonderful maid by the name of Lilly was most comforting . She chatted away whilst doing her duties. Have you heard about the murders Sir? She asked, bringing one right down to Earth. Yes of course . I replied bluntly not wanting her too disturb my thoughts too much... Maybe she knows something. Who do you think is at the bottom of this ? She turned as though to say something then stopped herself with a sigh. I really don't know why your asking me. As if I know. I became irate. Her actions told me she was lying so I raised my voice. Come on girl you know something now spit it out? A lot of men are dead don't you care? At that she burst into tears. Covering her face with her hands. I know Sir my brother was one of the men gone missing. Really? Why didn't you say? Because I'll be next if I talk. What's it to you anyway Sir. I'm investigating this case Madam now do tell all before there is another death.. Lilly was in her early twenties. A kind girl who had not married and lived with her huge family. My brother went missing weeks ago nobody's heard nothing from him. He was in the fight club. At first we thought it was the other's but now I'm not so sure. Most of those boys went to school together. Now I think it's the cave people who are responsible. They're a law unto themselves everyone's scared of them. What do you think Sir? She pleaded with such sad eyes. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting them yet Lilly. Perhaps you could introduce me to one of these chaps. You must be blooming joking Sir. They're savages will eat you as soon as look at you. Bad people they are. Yes maybe, that remains to be determined. I brushed her paranoia away not understanding the fear she felt. Just tell me where I can find them. Inside the caves late at night or you might catch one on the thieve around the shops. Nobody stops them, they're all too scared. They don't look Human they are like the little people you get in fairy tales only much uglier. Violent too, do be careful Sir. The fear on her face made me almost want to laugh after the terrors of the last few days. Could the imps really be so hideously awful or was it some kind of gross prejudice against possibly innocent outsiders that bravely refused to conform. I'm going out now Lilly tell me where I can find one of these cave people exactly.

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART THIRTEEN

I adjusted my cap and buttoned my coat as I stepped off the train. It was much colder outside of the city but the air was fresh and as I took a sharp intake of breath my nerves felt much more settled. I was looking forward to solving this enquiry with renewed optimism. I had spent some hours mulling over why these murders were taking place after visiting the police station where the suspects were held and listening in on the interviews. None of the men would speak even after thorough grilling where threats of brutality was raised and in some cases given. They kept silent as though they were one awful mind. The fellowship looked no different from any other Englishmen apart from the eyes which were shiny black as glass beads and a similarity of features, flat nosed, cauliflower ears which stuck out pointedly and thin cruel lips. I guessed these people to be low in intelligence and at one point wondered if they were even human. Someone was controlling this strange tribe and it may well be the devil himself. I chose to stay at the Crown inn this time. It was friendly with excellent food and a much better view of the common. Here I can keep out of sight from prying eyes. Tonight I will be incognito once more. In the guise of a Lady Martha. A fine upstanding woman who is as deaf as a post. With hair of deep auburn.

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART TWELVE

Some of the maniacs were beginning to recover from the thrashing that I gave them. Alas exhausted I stumbled my way out before any had the chance to touch me. Watson was outside. He'd brought a whole crowd of policeman judging by the noise. They used batons on stragglers who were trying to slip away. Are you alright Holmes? He asked. Yes fine. Thank God your here. Shame it wasn't sooner. We could have saved the boy! Watson seemed deeply saddened and I sensed the utter pointlessness of it. I felt nothing but a duty so I softened my words for His sake. There there old boy let's go home to Baker street you need a break from this place. He looked relieved so I thought it fair to warn him that this mysterious coven was just the tip of the iceberg and the saga far from over.
Relaxing in my rooms after everyone had gone to bed the traffic noise outside was comforting. We were at least twenty miles away from Chislehurst yet I could still feel a shiver down my spine at the thought of returning. Yet return I must. The thugs had all been caught and locked up. With more suspects out of the way I will search deeper into the enquiry alone. It was on the eight thirty train that I found a helpful lead in the guise of an elderly gentleman who liked the sound of his own voice a little too much. He told me how there were people who were born into witches covens over endless generations. They plagued the countryside like rats, only worse, robbing and terrorising to survive. They were outcasts of normal society. Whatever that is? Legend has it that they live underground in the caves. Oh I have seen the women out at night in the woods. Naked dancing around the trees. Skyclad they call it. Half frightened the life out of me when I saw them. And the poor dog ran away. He seemed to sense they were bad. Evil. You know that feeling. Makes you shudder. Oh yes I do indeed know that feeling Sir...

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART ELEVEN

The coven of witches kept their faces hidden in the shadows of their cloaks as the young bartender and I were bound in chains and gagged. I felt my flesh being torn from my back as they dragged me and am now in considerable pain. I hope that Watson got away, unlike that poor young man who is being sacrificed to some demonic entity whilst I'm forced to watch. They all seem to be male and oblivious to anything other than their dreadful cause. This really was quite unexpected. I know these woods like the back of my hand, or so I thought, this horrid old house with its huge basement dungeons had been kept well hidden by trees and overgrown hedges. Oh God I'm rambling, it's anxiety they're lifting the huge goathead handled dagger. The poor boy. I will not look away as the showers of blood squirted up. I tried to wriggle free of my chains it was relatively easy once I'd forced myself to relax. I darted forward with a mixture of force, fury and terror swinging the very chain that was still attached to one wrist. Whipping the hell out of everything that moved, blinded by tears of rage I lashed out until there was no man standing. I surprised even myself at my strength that's when I could hear voices outside as I stood with the silence of utter shock.

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART TEN

The wind whistled through the trees. With barely any light they walked on following the path as it twisted and turned stumbling often. There's someone in the shadows look hooded figures. Watson couldn't see anything but darkness as the wind whipped at his face and squinted eyes.
It was with horror he focused, a cold chill not from the cold ran down his spine momentarily paralyzing his stead. Holmes darted forward fearlessly as the unknown beasts fell on the young man ahead. He lashed out for fear of his life. The two men fought bravely but were utterly overpowered... I Watson watched unable to move forward from shock. Stood unseen behind a large oak tree as my dear friend was dragged away with a speed unexpectedly swift. They were there one minute and gone the next. I pulled out my torch, following the trail of dragged mud. There was a crowd of thirteen shadowy figures of that I'm sure and most certainly a covern of witches. Not that I ever believed in such a thing. It took every ounce of my spirit to keep my feet moving forward ever single step horribly frightening as I kept turning fearing someone behind me. My inner strength began to stir as I realised I was alone. Part of me wanted to dash back the way I had came,But my resolve became stronger as I came across a house, well lit and almost welcoming. My only intention at that time was to use the telephone. There was no answer when I rang the doorbell so I had a look through the windows. At first I saw nothing, looked rather like a temple inside. Then I could see through an open door Sherlock being dragged , unconscious along a passage. Luckily I had my revolver with me but there wouldn't be enough shots for all of them. I had no choice but to go back and call for assistance. I just hope there would be time to save him...

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART NINE

Tonight I will find the killers my senses and intuition are on full alert. All clues lead to the fight club, and yet there is no motive. The red hair is probably a decoy. What do you think Watson? I think it's some kind of voodoo. Really Watson! He sighed You could be correct. Come on there's a boxing match let's find out what happens to the losing contenders.
Punching kicking biting, there was no rules. The men pummelled each other's muscular bodies until a submission or knockout was achieved. Really Holmes I've had enough of this. Wait there's only one left. Despite the aggression the men were not hostile to each other. They all seemed good friends at the end of the fighting. Saying goodnight and shaking hands. Who would be strong enough to overpower one of these chaps? Out in the cold night air the wind whipped up a storm blowing the trees harshly the sound of rustling leaves was quite deafening. I decided to follow one of the young chaps because He was going through the woods alone and if another died I couldn't forgive myself.

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART EIGHT

Now Holmes tell me what's going on because I haven't the foggiest idea now. Sherlock sat back in his overstuffed armchair and smoked his pipe. It was a heady and delicious perfumed blend and the dining room smelled wonderful thought Watson awaiting a reply. Isn't it blatantly obvious? The answer is staring you in the face. He whispered as Sam returned to serve them. Him? Mouthed Watson silently, His brow raised in surprise. Holmes nodded. Come and chat with us Sam. Here have some whiskey. Now young man I'm going to ask you a question and I want the truth, do you understand? Sam sat almost fell into a chair and breathed out heavily. Was it relief that he'd been caught out or just plain tiredness. Do you know who's killing these men? Is it something to do with your little club? No Mr Holmes of course not. The boys just like a fight to win some money and let off steam. It's how we settle our differences too. I'm no killer Sir! I have to get back to the bar... Maybe your wrong about him Holmes. Could be innocent. I Sherlock Holmes saw what my companion did not in the form of a bead of sweat running down the chaps face as I questioned him. I could smell the fear as His eyes avoided mine. Dear Watson so kind and accommodating failed to notice the filthy fingernails and trembling hands that had served us this evening. Dirt from the grave I wonder. Quite put me off my food. One doesn't have much of an appetite at the best of times.
One thing's for sure I won't be leaving until I get to the bottom of it.

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART SEVEN

I John Watson want to make it clear in this diary entry that I am worried about a very dear friend and companion Sherlock Holmes. He has taken to wearing make up and perfume and is trying very hard to hide it from me. Not that it makes him a criminal, of course not. What turmoil he must be feeling...
Together they dug the garden mounds. One each. It wasn't long before they found something. Shallow graves with hands and feet barely covered. We must have disturbed her earlier. All of them men drained of blood they must have been light to drag along! But the man in the cave Holmes? She couldn't possibly have done that. I am an alibi in fact. Sherlock gave that look. Silent rising intrigue. There must be two killers. Indeed Watson there may be many. Call the police there are far too many bodies to count here. We need to find her. The Inn was warm and cosy and they warmed themselves by the roaring fire.Sam brought their drinks and a dinner menu. Hello Sam now tell me how many redheads were here tonight. Just the usual two Sir. Both with new men friend's. Can I get you some dinner the duck is good? Watson smiled I'm starving. She's still in the beer garden Sir, the redhead , the other one left. Holmes jumped up. Quickly Watson, Sam let us catch her before she kills again. They all pounced on Alice and her date. Startling the pair of them. We have been digging your garden Madam and I am holding you here till the police come. Alice tried to dash off.much to the bewilderment of her companion. Not this time young lady I want answers did you kill those men? No it wasn't me. Let me go. She struggled and screamed. The police arrived and took her away. Now can we eat? We found the killer. Not quite But I want her out of the way. I need to concentrate on the real killer. What, you mean it isn't her? My dear Watson I know it isn't her...

NEW SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART SIX

Call me a cab! Said Watson feeling a little breathless his shoulder was playing up and What the devil does He want me at the caves for. He grumbled. Seeing Holmes standing outside a pub situated to the right of the caves entrance he felt more cheery. There's a body! I called the authorities. Just wanted your expert opinion before they arrive and trample over the evidence. Are you wearing lipstick Holmes. Certainly not. Was his stout reply, he turned his head wiping his lips with a silk handkerchief. The body wasn't far in. My God looks like all the bloods been drained from him, nothing but skin and bones poor chap. Said Watson. How old would you say he is? It's hard to say, in this light but maybe thirty five or forty. Why? What's going on? All the victims are around the same age. The killer is near The body's still warm. Watson shone the torch into the victims moth and found tangled long red hair. Sherlock looked on in calm interest. Just as I thought. The same as the other's. Come on let's get away before the police arrive. There was two redheads in the pub garden you know Holmes I'm afraid I lost track of the big one, the small one seemed innocent enough, he smiled. She made her boyfriend a love potion. Really Watson and how can you be sure it wasn't poison? These poor victims all seem to have been poisoned. We must find this Alice girl fast. I believe she lives in the woods. Don't worry I have been watching her all week. Well you might have told me Holmes. They knocked on the cottage door there was no answer so they went round the back to the garden. Anybody home? Asked Watson in a loud voice. There was a raking sound and there was Alice tending her garden. She seemed annoyed. Yes what is it. Where's the chap you was with earlier? Patrick? she smiled. He went home. There were huge mounds of earth all over the large and rambling garden. Holmes raised his brow. What are these mounds? Just mole hills sir. Excuse me I'm rather busy. Bloody nosey people. Just go away don't I have enough to deal with. She thought.Have you got a phone number for Patrick we need to speak to him. No sorry He's just someone I met online. In fact he's married. She continued her raking. Watson felt that she was quite innocent and wondered why they were wasting time when the other redhead had escaped them. The pair returned after dark. Watching her leave for an evening out with a new man. Let's get digging. Said Holmes I have a strong suspicion that there's many bodies here.

BRAND NEW SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART FIVE

Watson ran out after Her she was just driving off in a little blue sports car and she wasn't alone. Returning back to the Inn He was confronted by the other couple. I saw you spike his drink young lady now don't deny it!
She giggled. It was just a love potion it's completely harmless, not that it's any of your business. Thanks for your concern. Said Patrick who felt embarrassingly uncomfortable with her. She would not be getting a second date. He thought inwardly. Watson excused himself apologetically and bumped into one of the brawling barmen. Oh hello Sir are you ok? There's a message from your friend to meet him in half an hour at the entrance to the caves. I would leave now Sir if your walking, will take about twenty minutes. He smiled. Meanwhile Alice and Patrick were having quite a row she clung onto his arms refusing to let him leave. He didn't want to use force. I'm married now stop acting like a lunatic woman and you'd better hope that I don't report you. But Patrick it was just some rose water and lavender I'm a white witch. Tears flowed down her cheeks and he felt a little sorry for her she was quite pretty with her little port mouth and elfin features. He sighed. She wasn't letting go. You seem rather desperate what do you want from me? She looked up at him wide eyed. Your soul. She whispered. Stupid girl go away. No her grip tightened, it was like a small vice unusually strong. He began to calm a little. I don't believe in that nonsense. Witchcraft. He sneered. Pathetic . I just want some company, she said, come back to my cottage, just have a coffee please...

NEW SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART FOUR

Oh do get me another drink darling. Said the red haired woman leaning back into the comfortable lounger. The man obeyed immediately being quite mesmerized by her. She peered after him lowering her sunglasses. For a moment Watson saw her eyes as she glanced at him briefly without suspicion. He avoided her glare and she took something from her purse quite obviously hiding whatever it was within her clenched fist. She checked to make sure nobody was watching before tipping a small vial into her gentleman friend's wine. There you are my darling I thought I might die of thirst. She giggled. He smiled nervously. Now tell me about you Alison. How does the beautiful Alison spend her days apart from going on dating sites? Your profile was a little vague. But he liked her mysterious aura. Her dating profile just read. Beautiful actress seeks love. No strings attached. That was great for Patrick as he had a wife already. Sex had long since been barred from their relationship. She really was offering herself to him on a plate. I can't wait to get you alone. She teased leaning forward putting her hand on his knee. He wasn't traditionally handsome quite a plain thin but rich man who hid his smallish piggy eyes behind thick spectacles. As He went to take a large swig of his drink Watson launched a beer mat liking a flying dagger and the glass fell and smashed. Don't drink that she put somthing in it. He shouted... Alice was just about to tell him of her needs. Now she was shocked at this stranger's behaviour and quite annoyed. Across the courtyard the large other redhead had vanished.

NEW SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART THREE.

Naked from the waist up the men took it in turns to punch kick and batter each other amidst the scent of sweat and blood until the ringleader noticed that they were being watched. Wide eyed He seemed afraid. We are investigating a series of murders. Said Holmes interrupting. Have you seen a woman with long very red hair in your establishments? I have, she is usually here on a Saturday night always with a different bloke. Said a voice. Me too. Said another. Is she a killer then cos she's a big girl? Don't tell on us mister we could lose our jobs. Your secrets safe with us young man but I may need your assistance! Good day to you. Watson went back to London that evening vowing to return before the weekend. When He did come back Holmes was nowhere to be found and according to one of the garden Sam was attending some appointment. It was Saturday morning and Watson relaxed in His room wondering what He was up to. Peering out at the sunny gardens below he noticed the redhead all six foot of her drinking wine and seemingly quite relaxed. Her thick hair and sunglasses covered most of her face, her dress was old fashioned and covered her tall rather large frame. He wished Holmes was here. He's might miss this. It wasn't long before another redhead appeared with a male friend, she was tall and slender rather pretty he thought. He decided to go and sit nearby ... The conversation was interesting and quite disturbing between the two it bordered on sado masochism and Watson's eyes widened as the slender redhead told the man what she would be doing to him later on.

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Before He could utter another word there was a rumbling so loud beneath the tiled conservatory floor that Watson half choked on his beef . Good grief, was that an Earthquake Holmes? He gulped shoving in another mouthful, gravy trickling down his shirt.

Let's go and investigate the cellar I have a distinct feeling that something rather strange is going on down there. Peering disdainfully around the restaurant.Some say that the Inn is haunted by Mary queen of Scots. Watson became faintly amused and a little nervous. There was now no other diners about and the cellar door was just ahead so they ducked in before the waitress returned. DOWN A LONG NARROW STAIRCASE THEY COULD HEAR MUFFLED VOICES AND HURRIED ON. The passages linked to two churches and two other inns nearby. Used in the Tudor period as escape routes for Catholic priests now used as a fight club for a small number of young bartenders.

BRAND NEW SHERLOCK HOLMES MURDER MYSTERY THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS FREE

SHERLOCK HOLMES LIT HIS PIPE THAT WAS FILLED WITH AN INTOXICATING AND FRAGRANT SUBSTANCE STARING AT THE GLORIOUSLY SPRAWLING GARDENS THROUGH THE WINDOW. DEEP IN THOUGHT HE TURNED TO A RATHER BLOATED DOCTOR WATSON WHO HAD JUST FINISHED HIS SUNDAY ROAST.I DON'T BELIEVE THE KILLER IS A MAN WATSON! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK ITS A WOMAN HOLMES?HE SPLUTTERED QUITE TAKEN ABACK. THEY WERE CURRENTLY RESIDING AT THE BULLS HEAD INN, A WONDERFUL PUB IN CHISLEHURST THAT WAS ONCE FREQUENTED BY HENRY THE EIGHTH HIMSELF. MY DEAR WATSON ISN'T IT STARTLINGLY OBVIOUS? HOLMES REACHED INTO HIS POCKET AND PULLED OUT A HANDKERCHIEF SHOWING THE CONTENTS . LONG STRANDS OF RED HAIR. FOUND AT THE THE SITES OF ALL SIX MURDERS VERY CLOSE TO THE BODIES, INDEED ONE WAS IN A VICTIMS CLENCHED FIST. MY GOD HOLMES DID YOU TELL THE POLICE? HOLMES LAUGHED AND PUFFED ON HIS PIPE. OF CIURSE NOT DEAR WATSON WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR, A FOOL? NO INDEED THE POLICE WOULD ONLY THWART OUR ENQUIRES! I HAVE A STRONG FEELING THAT OUR FEMME FATALE IS VERY CLOSE BY AND WE DON'T WANT TO SCARE HER OFF DO WE?