"𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀, 𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬"

Chapter 2

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Casey murmured, still unable to believe what was occurring, "You tricked me."

The man just brushes her off "Lucky, for you there's a bonus round. But poor Steve...I'm afraid...he's out." Clearly grinning, THis implication sends Casy running to the kitchen...to the glass doors. She flips on the porch lights to see... STEVE's eyes wide, sitting in the lawn chair... his belly gaping open...a mass of blood and ripped flesh... his insides lay on the ground between his feet... steam rising.

A SCREAM erupts from the bottom of her soul as Casey collapses on the floor... nearly passing out. Her face... pale and ghostly white as she starts to sob

"Final question. Are you ready?" the man menacingly said

"...Leave me alone...please..." Casey said as she slightly bent her knees

The man continues, acting as though Casey was not kneeling, "Answer the question and I will."

Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking slowly back and forth, "What door am I at?" tension abruptly increased

"What? Casey trembled, her palms began to sweat profusely, and her eyes began to flicker.

"There are two doors to your house. A front door and a back one. If you answer correctly you live." the man explained

From where Casey sits she can see both the front and back doors. She deliberates...with her last bit of strength she tries to strategize. Eyeing both, the front door...the back door, trying to decide between the two. "Don't make me...I can't...I won't" Casey stubbornly replied

"Your call."

In the darkness, Casey crawls to the kitchen counter-she leans up and grabs a long, sharp knife. Casey looks around her...she looks down the hall to the front door...then turns back to the kitchen glass door as it suddenly...

IT SHATTERS TO BITS... as a lawn chair comes flying through it. Exploding glass sprays

Everywhere. This incites Casey like fire, she springs to her feet...bolting out of the kitchen as a shadow moves quickly through the shattered doorframe.

Somewhere in the house, back flat against a window, listening to FEET ON CRACKING GLASS. She turns and unlocks the latch, quietly sliding it up. She can hear him move through the foyer...to the front door.

Casey lifts herself up and puts her legs through the window. She holds the knife in one hand, and the phone in the other. She eases out the window, fumbling, and dropping the knife back into the house. She starts to reach for it. 'Fuck it' she thought, as she takes off...