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suddenly it’s 12am and you decided to wash the dishes from earlier that evening. you’re on your third dish when something flash so quickly you thought it was your imagination. *suspenseful music plays* you shrug your shoulders and continue washing. suddenly you hear a door openin https://twitter.com/mileswood_/status/1282597701918633984">https://twitter.com/mileswood...
g. that’s when your heart drop to your stomach. your parents were all the way in paris for their anniversary, and there was no neighbors for miles. panicking you pick up a knife then squat down trying to sneak your way up to your room where your phone was.
omg should i continue
continuing now
your chest was tightened and you felt your breath quicken as the adrenaline started to kick in throughout your body. you were so scared to move but more afraid of sitting there and letting the intruder get you at your most vulnerable. taking a deep breath you trudge around your
counter. as you’re sneaking about you strain your ears to detect any movement, ready to jump and defend yourself at any given moment. your mind couldn’t help but wonder off. what did this person want? money maybe but what if it was a psycho serial killer who could sęver your
limbs and sell them on the black market. your heart started beating fast at the thought. you clutch the knife in your hands harder, knowing you might need it to survive. you manage to crawl out of the kitchen and into the hallway where the stairs where at the end of.
as you’re crawling you noticed how quiet it’s been since the door opened and closed. you were starting to think you’re going insane because you’ve been alone all this time. maybe you WERE going crazy but a sudden breeze makes you shudder hard. you look in the direction it came
from, and your patio door was wide open.
you swallow a scream and quickly got on your feet and ran towards the other end of the hallway. you noticed the knife slip out of your hand and clatter onto the marble floor. you hit your lip pondering on if you should go back.
you swallow a scream and quickly got on your feet and ran towards the other end of the hallway. you noticed the knife slip out of your hand and clatter onto the marble floor. you hit your lip pondering on if you should go back.
deciding against it you ran upstairs as fast as you could. you can hear what sounded like boots hitting the hard floor as if they were chasing after you. this made you run up the stairs faster. you cursed in your head for choosing the attic for your space.
you stop momentarily remembering that you let the door and stair to your room up before you came downstairs. the steps were getting closer so you had to think quick. go in your parents room? or try your shot at pulling your door open to grab your phone.
your choice was quick and you ran into your parents bedroom and closed the door before locking it. you couldn’t stop there, since everyone in the house had cellular phones there was no house phone available to use.
you had to get out of the house and quick. you saw this done in many movies but didn’t know if it’d work. it’s matter of life and death so you don’t have much choice but to create a makeshift rope to climb down to the ground outside.
