Billy sat in quiet horror as he puzzled the mischievous words,"Only me...". He thought for a while,while the landlady's wicked glare stayed fixated on his face. "He reached for another sip of his tea, and before the hot steaming liquid touched his lips,he noticed that the tea appeared to be a different hue,and that it looked freshly brewed. He froze, and slowly looked at the landlady, whose eyes seemed to have grew twice their size.He set it down directly next to what obviously was the landlady's tea,and examined them both.The landlady's tea was the same color as his tea was before!He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.She seemed to be fiddling with something in her pocket."Dear,I think you have mistaken your tea for mine.That one's yours."Her red,long,shiny finger nail tapped the side of the tea cup that Billy had thought was hers. He quickly got up.He darted his eyes from one tea cup to the next.He looked at the landlady,and she sharply gazed back.He started to back away.His stomach was in knots.He bounded for his tea cup and dumped it into the tea pot sloppily,and some splattered on the landlady's face.He then picked up her tea cup and gulped down the scolding hot tea,ignoring the bitter lemon taste,and the biting steam.He knew that this lady must have been over 200 years old,and that the tea had to have been keeping her alive.And as proof,he realized that before,when he signed the guest BOOK,Mr.Mulholland and Mr.Temple's signatures has been dated back to 1893.The landlady almost burst into chaos, but first,in a low,disturbing tone replied "Thank you!!!------for your stay here Mr.Wilkins,because now you will be leaving!And before you go,I must give you a warrrrm goodbye!"She pulled a nail filer out of her pocket,and broke it in half so that a sharp metal edge jagged out the top.Billy raced upstairs for his bag,as the landlady bounded after him.Her face began to display weird blotches of peeling skin all over her face.As Billy ran,he noticed his lips felt slightly peculiar as well,but he had no time to look in the grand mirror on the 3rd floor even though it was across from his room.He had to escape, and fast.Just as he was about to leave,the landlady hurled in, swinging the broken nail filer aimlessly at Billy.Billy noticed that her face looked bedraggled.He finally managed to avoid her,and raced down the stairs!But when he got to the bottom,it didn't look like how it did before,and there was two doors,and a sign in between them that read "Floor #4,do not disturb.All is well and all is sleeping".He didn't know what to do,because the landlady had already reached the bottom of the stairs.He ran into the first room labelled "Mr.Mulholland residence".He ran into the room and let out a shriek.Mr,Mulholland was lying in his bed,but his skin looked like cloth,and there were red stitchings up and down his sides.Billy felt that he couldn't move anymore.His feet were implanted.He tried to slightly turn his head to look behind him.The landlady swerved around the corner and before she could reach the room,Billy threw his upper body as hard as he could toward a small closet at the back of the room.He managed to move his feet a little too.He knocked into the door,and reached for the doorknob.He turned it,and scrambled......down...down.....down...he fell until he landed on his rump in the middle of a garden full of live animals that had been stuffed.He was now beyond terror,but all of a sudden he heard a small thump, like dropping a bucket of snow in water.The landlady lay behind him,dead,but in the most unusual way.She looked stuffed,like how Mr.Muholland had looked in his bed.White puffy stuffing overflowed out of her mouth.Billy realized that the tea autimatically would stuff you if it landed on your outer skin."No wonder...my lips...",he thought to himself.He drew out a small pocket mirror from his bag,and glumly saw that his lips had puffed up twice their size.He stood up, and glared down at the landlady, "I-fts Mi-her We-ar",he struggled to say (his name).Billy could,and never would,drink tea again.