"We should go" I whispered to Alexis, my mind racing while my heart started beating faster. "Why?" Alexis asked, "we just got here. There's no way I'm turning around now" she finished and stepped over a loose plank. I looked around, fearful. Something in my gut was telling me to turn around and meet back up with the others. "I don't feel comfortable anymore" I mumbled while using my flashlight to look around the torn down room. "Please" I begged as my hand gently grabbed a handful of her fabric. I pulled on it slightly, letting her know I wanted to go. "Carrah I-" she stopped herself as she turned towards me. Her eyes glued on whatever is behind my back. "What is it?" I asked, confused on why she stopped talking. Instead of answering my question she took a step back. I followed her gaze and turned around. That was my mistake. _____ I own the plot I don't own the characters- only some.