Esther's point of view
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I open the door only to a small red room. What the fuck? This isn't Norman's hous--
The door closes behind us.
Me and Oliver lay down Scott on the floor, then I rush to the door and try to open it. It's locked.
"I don't think this is good.."
"No kidding, Norman! We're literally stuck here! What do you think this is, heaven?!"
"Guys."
Oliver intervenes.
"Stop. We already have enough shit to deal with, so let's not do anything more."
Norman burrows his hands in his face.
We know what he's thinking. It's what we're all thinking.
Regret.
We shouldn't have come to Norman's house.
A knife drops from the ceiling infront of me. Could I use that for lockpicking? I think I can use that for lockpicking.
YOU ARE READING
SIR
HorrorYou see it everywhere and everyday. "ESTHER!! CAN YOU DO THE DISHES WITH ASHLEY?!" You wish you hadn't looked out the window. warning: derealization, gore
