House Of Horrors

House Of Horrors

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Prologue "Help! Please someone help me!" I scream as I run through the darkened hallways. I finally make it to the front door, locked, from the outside. "Oh Alexis come here please." She sings as she skips after me, giggling like a child. Where did I go wrong? What happened to us? Ryan is gone and I have no one left to save me. I beat on the door and scream as she gets closer. "I SAID COME HERE ALEXIS!!!!" She screeches, breaking into a run, slamming her body into mine, throwing me down to the ground. I feel a sharp pain as my head connects with the elegant door handle I admired so much when I first came here. I start to slip away as blood spurts from my head, the room starts to get darker. I see her stand up and laugh, her innocence forever gone.
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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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