Getaway

17

"So, what should we do?", Terry asked. His voice sounded anxious.

"We should wait.", Emanuel said, "For the snow plow."

"One of us here, is the killer.", Sid said, his voice was certain.

"Well, if it's one of us, then I am one hundred percent sure that it's Terry.", Trisha said.

"What?!", Terry got up from the chair.

"Yes, look at you. You're so creepy. Maybe you're the killer!", Trisha said.

"Guys, let's not start this again.", Amy spoke up, "Look at us, it's already so difficult and we're all scared. It's bad enough, let's just not make it worst by fighting."

"Oh my god.", Trisha said and laughed, "I know what this is. You're the killer.! You and your," she looked at Nancy, "friend over there. You guys are doing this!" She slowly moved towards Amy. Amy stepped back.

"ENOUGH!", Kiara shouted, "Just enough, Trisha! We are scared. I don't need your bitchiness and your annoying voice anymore. It's not Amy! And neither it's anyone of us. It's that man I saw. He did this."

Everyone became silent.
"If it's really true, what Kiara said, we should split up.", Steve suggested.

"Split up!", Sid said, "since when is this a good idea."

"We can cover a lot of ground if we do that. It's okay to split up.", Steve said. Amy and Nancy nodded.

"It's a BAD idea, you guys hear. Don't you guys watch Horror movies?", Sid said.

"Sid, you and Trisha, you stay here and look out. Me and Terry will cover the other rooms below. Em and Kiara, you go upstairs, left side. And Amy; you and Nancy, right side.", Steve instructed.

They all spread out. Steve caught Amy by her hand and said, "Take care. We will be safe. And as soon as we get out, we are going on a date."
Amy smilied.

Nancy kept walking up and down the room. Amy was noticing it.
"What happened, Nancy?"

"My sister. I just wish there was something that would keep me at peace.", Nancy said.

***

Kiara was sitting on a bed. Emanuel was outside keeping a lookout. Kiara was tired, she wanted to go to sleep but she was scared. The room was cold and creepy. The big closet kept staring back at Kiara. It really bothered her.

Tap Tap Tap.

It's coming from the closet? What's in there? Kiara slowly moved towards the closet and opened it.
She entered inside. No one. Thank god.

She was about to turn back when her eyes happened to look behind a clothe rack. There was a big cupboard. The outer part were all glass. But it wasn't the glass that lured her attention. It was the reflection. She could see her face. But behind her, was someone else. A man holding an axe.

Kiara slowly walked outside the closet. Hoping and Praying, that man didn't follow. Why was he hiding? She quite didn't understand.

She wanted to scream but she knew that before anyone can come in, the man would get her. For sure. So she walked on. She was about to reach the door when she heard the closet door open.

Kiara panicked and she ran, not outside but inside the room. More clearly under the bed. She could see the shoes. Approaching the bed. She knew her end was near.

The man bent down and looked under the bed. Kiara tried to scream. But her mouth was dry as cotton.

He pulled her by her hair and dragged her outside. She tried to break free but the grip was too strong. He threw Kiara and she banged hard on a wall. Her head started to bleed. The man- Wilson raised his hand. The gleaming axe went clean through Kiara.