Gregory jumped out of the window, three stories high. He landed in some bushes.
Billy rushed over. "Are you okay? We have to keep moving." He helped Gregory up. He was in bad shape. Cuts covered his arms, and his ankle appeared to be dislocated. His cheeks were bleeding, most likely from the thorns.
"I'm fine. Come on, there's a police station down the road. Go in front of me. I'll be right behind you."
"Are you sure?" Billy asked.
Gregory nodded, limping quickly. "Yeah, let's go."
Billy ran as fast as he could, hearing Gregory's footsteps right behind him.
Spontaneously, Billy felt a sharp pain in his back. "AHH!" He fell to the ground, wincing and breathing heavily. "Gregory! Help me!" There was something stuck in his back.
Billy's eyes scanned the road. There was no trace of Gregory or the landlady.
Did the landlady take Gregory?
Billy tried to grab whatever was in his back, but it hurt too much. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!" he screamed.
"I'll help you."
Billy turned around quickly, only to see Gregory with an evil smirk on his face.
He gasped. "I'm so glad you're okay. I thought she took you away after she stabbed me in the back, literally." He barely managed to let out a forced laugh.
Gregory threw his head back and laughed hysterically.
Jeez, it wasn't that funny.
"You thought that crazy old lady did that?" Gregory asked.
"Um, yeah..." Billy said, slowly. "I'm confused, if sh-she didn't, then w-who did?" Billy's voice cracked. He was losing air.
Gregory snatched the object viciously out of his back, making Billy cry out loud.
The object was a shard of glass, drenched with deep red blood.
"I did."
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The Landlady Ending
Gizem / Gerilim"The Landlady," by Roald Dahl, is a chilling tale that teaches readers that when something looks too good to be true, it probably is. Although readers never find out what exactly happened to Billy Weaver, it can be inferred that his outcome was not...
