A girl named Sarah plays a game of truth or dare with her friends when locked in her school. Which turns out to be a bad idea. They end up summoning something, something of the unknown. What will happen? Read now to find out!
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...Last verge?... So they're going to die?...
It seemed like everyone in my life was going to die. I still had a lot of questions about what's going on. What was with those mirrors? What was with those hanged people? And most of all, what does that black-haired woman want? Why was she made? Suddenly, a drop of red dropped onto my carpet. Looked like blood. The room upstairs above my bedroom was...the attic. I went up to the attic. I peaked inside. My eyes grew horrified. There they were, my parents. Lying on the floor, with scratches and blood on them. A knife was stuck inside my mom, and a nail was in my dad. Tears formed in my eyes. "Why did this have to happen?..." I asked myself. Everyone was going to die in my life. I was scared. I ran out of the attic before that black-haired woman came. I couldn't stay at my house. I wasn't safe there. I went to Bridget's 4 story house. I told her everything, and she welcomed me in. We stayed in the same room on the fourth floor with two beds, just in case. We fell asleep.
CRASH! I heard a crashing noise in the kitchen. Bridget and I woke up. We snuck downstairs to the first floor. We looked in the kitchen, and we saw HER. The white-haired woman. But, instead, she had two knives and two people to help her. The people with the black-haired woman were two of those hanged people in that hallway. They had read on their necks, where they were hanged. They looked like humans, but they also had zombie-like skin. But they weren't quite zombies...they were more like ghost-human zombies. They all spotted us. "RUN RUN RUN!" We both ran up the stairs and into our room. We looked at it, and we started putting things we could find in front of the door. BANG! BANG! BANG! They were trying to kick down the door. I looked out the window in our room. Our only choice was to jump. "Bridget, I know you're afraid of heights, but we have to jump. It's our only chance of escaping her." Bridget looked pale. "W-what?! W-we'll die!" She stuttered. "We're also going to die if she comes into this room! This is our only chance." BANG! BANG! BANG! Bridget looked uncertain. BANG! BANG! BANG! "Come on! We have to jump!" I yelled to her. She looked at me and said, "Ok. Let's do this." I smiled. I went over to open the window, but it didn't budge. "Uhm...why isn't it opening?..." I questioned Bridget, a bit scared. Bridget came to help. "OPEN!" I yelled, desperately. "PLEASE!" BANG! The door to the room came crashing down. It landed near us. I looked at Bridget. I grabbed the door. Bridget and I quickly banged it against the window. The lady was going to us. We hit the window again. Nothing. "ONE MORE TIME! HURRY!" I screamed. We hit the window once more, and it broke. We jumped out, right before the lady got us. We landed in a bush. After that, we ran for the forest, knowing that there's a camp there, open 24/7.
