Chapter 3: The Escape

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        Running to Sasha I heard footsteps. "Sasha wake up we have to hurry" "He's coming". Sasha got up out of nowhere "No no" "Slow down" I said in a loud tone. She ran into the wall. "Here grab the hammer" I said. I handed her the hammer and I kept the crowbar she was confused but I caught her up on the plan. Were gonna hit him when he comes down then we are gonna make a run for it. I'm gonna distract him so when he comes down, you can sneak up on him and hit him. I told Sasha. We waited. -Footsteps-. Here he comes get ready I whispered. I slowly hid the crowbar behind me and waited for him to open the door. I was feeling afraid. I didn't know what was gonna happen. He killed someone, and probably enjoyed it. I  felt the cold air, I began to shake as I felt this gut feeling telling me to just run.

The ground was cold, rough, and hard. The stairs squeaked and were very old. The doorknob rattled. "Are you ready"  I whispered. "Sure am those tacos shall be ready to eat when we get out of here" Sasha replied. I stood there just staring at her confused. "okay then.." I said. The man opened the door and walked down the stairs. I backed up as he got closer. *Bang*. Lets go! I followed behind Sasha up the stairs. When she trips."Get UP!" I yelled. I look at what she tripped on and .. it was. It was Max, bleeding. He was dead. Sasha froze. I grabbed her by her arm and dragged her out to the front door. We ran and ran down the street where we saw one of our Friends drive by. Sydney Spencer. "HELP! PLEASE" "STOP THE CAR!" We ran in front of her. She hit the brakes. "Whats wrong?" Spencer said. We'll explain, just please take us to the police station.

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