Katie was surrounded by hanging coats that smelled like dust. Come to think of it the closet even tasted like dust. She could hardly breathe, but that was okay. If I breathe he’ll hear me…
They’d split up, all of them. The disfigured man with the chainsaw had scared them all so terribly that they scattered like roaches. Katie could’ve run off with Aaron or Andrew or Aly, but admits the chaos she’d lost sight of everything.
She came upon the closet by chance, unsure of what to do or what to think. The man was too massive to fight off and the house they were trapped in didn't have enough easy exists. She didn't want to hide, but she wanted to stay alive.
Her heart was punching her like it wanted to burst from her chest. Why was this happening to them! Who wanted to kill them?
Everything was still a blur, but Katie remembered the basement, the kitchen, the blood, the crazy man bursting through the front door, and then… She ran into a room somewhere with a table and chairs. The chainsaw man didn't follow her, but now she felt lonely and guilty. She was safe, but she didn't know what was happening to the others, and now she was alone in a closet.
Something tickled her hand and she dared to glance down in time to spot a nasty bug. It was most likely a spider and it cozied up on her thumb. She bit down on her lip to muffle her squeal. At that moment, heavy footsteps were entering the room.
Whoever it was wasn't the same man with the chainsaw, she could still hear it occasionally somewhere else in the house, along with shouting from the people Katie was with. Maybe it was that guy, Aaron? His steps were too casual, though.
Katie tried to peak through the sliver her closet door had to offer. She hadn't been breathing, literally, and attempted to take a small breath. Instant regret. The dust went to her throat instantly and she had to cough something fierce. No, not now! Her eyes were tearing up.
A tiny cough escaped and her heart stopped.
No, no, no, no!
Her closet door swung open. It wasn't Aaron, Aly, or Andrew, but another strange man. He was pale, haggard, and his hair resembled a dirty mop. In his hand was a large kitchen knife.
She’d done it now. Trapped in the closet with nowhere to run, but towards the guy with a knife. Katie screamed and pressed her way further into the closet. The pale man roughly grabbed her by the ankle and started to drag her out.
“Stop! No!” Katie cried.
Her hands reached around for anything heavy or sharp stuffed somewhere in the closet, but she was empty-handed. The man still had a grip on her leg and was bringing her along with him.
*****
They barricaded the door behind them. It wasn’t going to do much good against a chainsaw, Andrew thought. All it bought them was a little extra time to think of what to do next.
They’d been chased upstairs, like idiots, but they couldn't stop. They had to keep moving. Andrew had seen enough horror stories to know that upstairs meant certain death…
Aly was panting and a wild look in her eyes while Aaron was frantically searching around the room. They’d hidden out in what used to be someone’s bedroom. It was obvious from the queen sized bed and dressers.
“Where is she?” Aaron said.
Andrew counted who was left. Only the three of them.
“You don’t think he got her?” Andrew asked.
“He couldn't have,” Aly said, “He’s right outside the door! He’s been after us the whole time…”
“Let’s focus on getting out of this first, we’ll find the red-head after,” Andrew suggested.
Aaron grunted but didn't argue. The roar from the chainsaw was getting ready to shred through the door, and all they had holding it closed was the dresser. Andrew spotted the window and rushed towards it.
Someone had nailed it shut with several rusty nails and not in a clean fashion.
“We’ll just have to break it,” Aaron said.
Aly brought over a lamp, ripping off the lamp shade, and took a swing at the window. It made a large crack, but the chainsaw had already made it’s way halfway through the door. They were seconds away from being trapped in a room with a maniac and his shredding weapon.
“One more time,” Aaron encouraged her.
Aly was able to take a large part of the window this time with the butt-end of the lamp. Aaron nudged her aside. With his arm, covered by his leather jacket, he cleared some of the loose fragments.
“You first,” Aaron helped lift Aly through the window and onto the roof.
Aaron followed after her and urged Andrew to do the same.
“Come on!” Aaron waited outside the window. Andrew was halfway through when a hand grasped the back of his shirt.
With a vicious yank, Andrew was almost pulled back into the room, but he quickly grabbed both sides of the windowsill. Leftover shards of glass dug into his palms. Andrew clenched his teeth together, trying to ignore the pain and pull away from the crazy man’s powerful tug.
Aly and Aaron were standing on a slant, the roof was pretty steep and not entirely sturdy. Aaron planted his feet and pulled on Andrew's legs. Andrew wriggled and set his shirt free from the maniac’s clutches and stumbled out of this window and into Aaron.
“Look out!” Aly shouted.
The man was too broad to slip through the window as easily as they had, however, his chainsaw fit through just fine. He swung the loud tool grazing Aaron’s shoulder and Andrew’s chest. Andrew felt himself falling backward trying to evade the attack but only sent himself flying off the roof.
“Andrew!”
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