I fell right onto the floor below and nearly broke my arm. 'I just need to get away...' I thought while I stood and continued running. I ran down the steps and nearly tripping. The image of Georgia was still running through my mind, replacing the happy memories of her and I having fun.
My thoughts were soon gone and my heart was racing as I felt someone grab me from the front, holding me tight. I screamed and started kicking. "Let me go you bastard! Let go!" I yelled, thinking the person grabbing me was the psycho in this house.
"Beca calm down it's just us." I heard Ross's voice yell over my scream. I stopped and stood silently, realizing that I was in Caleb's arms... Wait... Oh no it's Caleb... What am I going to tell him.
My mind wasn't working right since all of a sudden I just started crying into Caleb's chest. He lowered himself and I to the ground to where we were on our knees. "Beca what's wrong? Where's my sister?" Caleb asked in a calming voice. "Sh-she's d-d-dead..."
Caleb's eyes starting tearing up as he held me closer. I could tell that he was heartbroken. His only sibling was now gone forever, and he couldn't do anything about it. He looked into my eyes and asked "H-how did sh-she d-die?" I told him that the woman who lived in this house followed us into the attic and killed her by stabbing a knife through her head and then into her heart.
"Well if there is a psycho in this house then we should probably go." Evie said. Then it hit me... How did they get in this living nightmare? "W-wait how did y-you g-get in?"
"Oh we got through the basement. There was a cellar door that Ross lock picked the lock on it and we got in." Samantha answered. "Well let's get moving." Ross announced as Caleb helped me up and we headed towards the staircase that led to the basement.
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