I didn’t exactly know where I was headed, I just knew that I had to keep going. It was so f*****g weird, running with these knives but I wasn’t going to let them go.
I ended up back at the end of the staircase that I had come down and was running back up to the room that I had woken up in.
They weren’t directly on my tail but I knew they wouldn’t be far behind. Remembering all the disgusting things they had been talking about happening to me and their even creepier stares, I picked up my pace.
Once inside of the room I quickly put my weight behind what looked to be an old black dresser and moved it painstakingly slow to the door. The pain in my injured arm was starting to push through my adrenaline rush and demand to be focused on again. I couldn’t let it slow me down.
Grinding my tee
