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Creak! Creak! Creak! Zoya heard a sound. A terrifying sound. A shrieking sound as she was going across the rooms. A sound of a women. Out of nowhere, the women busted out of the room, cried eyed Zoya asked her if she was OK. The women blanked her. Her name was Yashal. Yashal wasn't in the mood to say anything. Behind her was a black, gigantic suitcase. It seemed very heavy to lift. The stairs creaked again but this time on its own. There was some thing fishy about the stairs. Very fishy indeed. Now it stopped. In a blink of an eye, the women lied down dead as blood poured out of her, leaking on the floor. Spreading every where. She wondered how! when did all this happen? All of a sudden, the man appeared again with blood on his hands. He picked up Yashal and threw her downstairs. As if wanting to break her bones.....
