The floor board whined at my weight.

The cry louder than it usually is.

My heart beating in my ear

And my breath, shallow.

I listened, I waited

Holding my breath.

Where are they?

My ears perk up at any sound:

Whipping of wind

The distant cries of people

a creak, behind me.

I twist my head, peering over my shoulder

5 yards away

The man stood,

Tapping on the floor boards

from the fresh blood Dripping from the tip of his fingers.

His mouth coated in chunks of flesh

His face littered with scars

An empty holes where eyes were supposed to be

I knew, he knew I was there

He could hear if you breath to deeply

Let alone if the floor creaked.

It’s a risk to take my eyes away

But he wasn’t the only one.

Only problem,

Where is the other one?

I slowly turned my head sideways

Far enough to see both directions

from my peripherals.

In front of me, A looming figure further away.

Behind me, the bloody man inching closer.

I’ve seen both of them chase,

it’s nothing to underestimate.

Two options,

The side hallway or wait.

The basement is not an option.

After a moment

A gutteral scream pierced the air.

I darted forward into the side hallway

Not minding the creaking floors

The deafening noise blocks out all other sounds.

Whining through the hallway

Barely noticing the speed I’m moving at.

I reach the front door and grasped the knob

As I was about to open the door

The scream gurgles to a silence.

A unwelcome silence.

Oh shoot

I turned my head over my shoulder.

Empty

I have to do it

If I wait there’s no chance

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