"ᴡᴇʟʟ, ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ, ʜᴜʜ, ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ ᴍᴏʟʟʏ?"
"ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴛᴜ!"
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|| 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . . according to the rules of horror movies, Molly Birist isn't going to last long in this real life thriller, or that's...
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september 6th , 2000
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After the third echoing thump inside her head, Molly's eyes fluttered open. Her vision was blurry, her hearing was muffled. The back of her head throbbed painfully. Her senses were scrambled. All of that, yet alarm still flashed in her head.
After the sixth thump, Molly realized said thumps weren't just inside her head. And she realized she was moving - she saw the ceiling going past her.
She let out a groan full of pain and confusion as she started to come to. She wasn't able to find the strength to raise her head.
But Molly could see the black cloak above her, and the sliver of white rubber, and she could feel the iron grip on her left ankle.
She was being dragged up the basement stairs by the killer.
The realization caused Molly's senses to flair in alarm and panic. As she was dragged away from the stairs and across the wooden kitchen floor, Molly started to squirm, gaining control over her numb body enough to try pulling her ankle away and try to catch her nails in the grooves of the floor. The killer noticed her struggles and gripped her ankle tighter. Molly let out a small gasp when the killer jerked her harshly across the floor, and then came a short cry of pain as he twisted her leg.
Now truly scared, Molly started struggling against the killer. She kicked him with her free foot and shook the other one to loosen his grip on her ankle. She thrashed on the floor as she was haphazardly jerked further along. By the time they reached the livingroom, the killer seemed to have had enough of Molly's persistence.
He abruptly let go of Molly's ankle causing it to fall to the floor with a painful thud. Before Molly's attempts at scrambling to her feet could go any further, the killer delivered a brutal swift kick to the girl's stomach.
Molly's voice left her, and she let out an anguished, silent cry. Before she could even catch her breath, the killer was grabbing her shoulders, and slammed her back into the hardwood floor with such force that it caused the the wind to knock out of her lungs.
She gasped hoarsely, almost crying as her chest went tight and underwent the sensation of suffocation. But the real suffocation came only a moment later.
