111 Crossbow Lane

Knife to a gunfight.

I walk over to Gideon. I look at his clothes. It's smeared in blood. He stands at the kitchen sink shaking his head.

"I don't know why it's not working."

"What's not working?" I dare ask him.

"The ritual. I've killed the boy, I've used his blood to perform the ritual and nothing happened."

"Maybe you did something wrong."

"Or maybe you sabotaged something." He turns around holding a gun. Pointing it at me.

I instinctively raise my hands.

"I didn't do anything. Please. Don't kill me." I beg him not to shoot me.

"Well, it doesn't seem that you know anything that can help me. You are only a means to get through a doorway. I guess I could also take your body with me, you might not even have to be alive for the doorways to work. Shall we test that theory?"

"Please no." I beg him. I watch as he steps closer, aiming the gun.

Just then the lights go out. I duck for cover as he starts shooting. He can't see me in the dark. I see the big knife shining in the moonlight near me on the floor. I picked it up.

Its better than a switchblade. But is it better than a gun? He keeps on shooting at random. A couple of times barely missing me. I keep quiet and try and stay calm. Bullets whizzing past me. I don't know how many shots he fired, but I could hear the gun making clicking noises. His cartridge must be empty.

I hear him mumble something under his breath and throw the gun on the floor. I wait patiently in the dark. He rounds the table and as soon as he is near me I plunge the knife into his thigh. I pull it out and stab him again and again. I feel warm blood over my hand, the knife is getting slippery in my hand.

I get up from the floor and start stabbing randomly. The last stab I make the lights flicker on again. The sight before me makes me get sick instantly. I've managed to stab him in his eye.

I vomit and keep on until I only dry heave. His body drops to the floor. My body shakes. My heart rate is skyrocketing.

I wipe my mouth and go over to the sink to rinse my mouth and clean the blood off me. I turn around and look at the carnage. When will this end?

I'm too scared to go through a door. I thought this was the right pantry, it almost cost me my life. I walk to the living room, I look around. What door should I use?