The Ambush.

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It's been a few months since I've been here. Nothing too bad has happened, only yelling but it's never aimed at me.
It's weird.
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Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it.
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I'm grabbed while walking through the hallway to the kitchen. I'm lifted and dragged upstairs. I'm pulled into a room and thrown on the floor. I see the boy with the carved smile, the black and white clown, a boy in a dark blue mask and the boy in the googles. The boy in the googles looks nervous and agitated whereas the others look pisses and curious. I scramble away from them and my back hits a wall. I pull my knees to my chest to protect my stomach and cover my neck with my hands, shoving my head to my knees. I wait but they stay silent. I look up and I see the boy in the goggles standing on front of me.
The one with the carved smile tackles him and threatens him with a knife. The others watch and I silently get to my feet and inch towards the door. I open it as the boy with the goggles shoves the other off him and swings a hatchet at him. The clown turns to where I was as I slip out the door. I silently run down the hall and down the stairs. I turn and feel for the tall man's presence. I find him in the lounge and I sense a barrier on the door. I also feel other people in the lounge with the tall man. I hear a shout and a thump from upstairs and I run to the dining room, which is empty. I hear someone fall down the stairs as well as a scream for no weapons in the house. I wait for a bit, then feel for their presence. I feel them right behind the door and I creep to the window. I silently say sorry to the tall man as I break one of his rule. I smash a window and climb out it and slide down to the grass below. I hear the door crash open and I run away from the window. I climb onto the porch and I hear a growl from under the bench. I turn to it and put my finger to my lips. It stops and the light above me winks out.

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