We gave a final, pull, and let go. Antonio hoisted himself up the rest of the way.
We all ran out the doorway, then, and ran through the thorn bushes and around the barn.
We ran past the barn entrance,
Antonio, Pen,
And me in the rear.
Then they came out of the barn.
"Run! Penny, Run!" I screamed, seeing the two murders dash out of the barn, and towards us. Suddenly I had fallen, tripped over a large rock covered up with high grass.
Having tripped, my foot hurt badly, and I could feel blood trickling down. I won't be walking on it soon, so I began to crawl.
Until I was kicked onto my back, and the grinning killer looked down upon me, knife in hand.
I expected him to say something, anything, but he just grinned, before squatting down to my level to stab me through the chest. At this moment persisly, I kicked him. He swore, and randomly stabbed me without aim.
I closed my eyes.
Even though I was hit in the stomach, he will be sure I bleed to death.
I'm dead...
I'm dead...
Were those... Bullets I heard??
I half open my eyes, enough to see the outline of a man, and a shotgun.
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There.In.That.House <a creepypasta survival story>
DiversosWhen Aubrey, known by his friends as 'Merry,' and his other homeless buddies got together, they all (or most of them) decided to make shelter in an old abandoned house in the well known Wisconsin wilderness. With some trouble, they get the house tog...
