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Amanda screamed to the fullest capabilities of her lungs. She reeled back and would have fallen to the floor if the person, for it was a human, hadn’t grabbed her by the wrist. They righted her and took a step into the light of the apartment. It was an older gentleman, about sixty, with gray hair and a kind smile on his face. His eyes reflected his inward emotions and it showed he was worried about her.
“You all right? I thought I heard someone screaming in here a few minutes ago.”
“I-I’m fine, I think.” Amanda couldn’t find her bearings. Her mind was swirling with panic, relief, and the oppression of horror which hung over her like a dark cloud.
Before she knew what was happening, she felt herself swaying from side to side. Then her legs buckled and she fell forward into the
