Desperate for a breather, marcus ran, he ran and ran and ran, he couldnt stop, no matter what, it was begind him, it was gaining on him. Tears drenched his face as he thinks about his friend. They got picked off, just like any that entered house number 13 friday road. He stopped. He screamed in terror as the bloody teeth went through his belly, drilling through his intestines, a blood like waterfall spilled out his belly, followed by whats left of whats inside him, he smiled.
He got up, there was no blood anywhere, he held up a fire axe that was stuck on a door to a room.
Marcus: "you son of a bitch".
He strikes the fiend, again, and again, and again, till it breaths no more.
It fades away.
He walks outside crying.
He looks at the polaroid in his hand
And looks up and there they are
Marcus: " how"?
Jack: "we dont know, and i dont think we want to"
Kenya: "i told u the closet was a bad place to hide".
The end
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House Number 13, Friday Road
TerrorA couple of friends in a basement join to get together, they rent house number 13 friday road, only to relise, 100 years ago, it was left for a reason
