The Chamber
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"And here's the living room." says the notary as he walks away. I walk through the hallway. It's long and dark. Which way did he go? I stop walking and look around. When I turn around I see nothing but darkness. As my eyes get used to the darkness, I see a small hallway with at the end a door. I slowly walk to the door. It's a wooden door with an iron door handle. I pull at the door handle but the door won't open. "It's locked, how weird." I say as I pull at the door handle one more time. I look for an other way to open the door when I see the keyhole. I bow and look through the keyhole. "What the hell..."
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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