Mary ran. She ran fast then she ever did before. She ran down the hall where Mat died, up the stairs, and into a room. There was a big cracked window with ripped dark red curtains semi covering it. There was a big rotting pine desk, and a broken chair. Other then that the room was empty.
Mary curled up in the back left corner. She cried, and cried. The storm still raged on. It was getting worse and worse. The lightening was getting closer to the house. The room Mary was in particularly. She didn’t pay attention to the lightening.
Mary just sobbed. Memories of that horrible darkness and screaming were flooding her mind. She kept seeing Emily getting dragged away, regretting not reaching her hand out to help her. She cursed herself for being so foolish for accepting the stupid dare. Now look what happened. The others were dead. She was all alone.
Suddenly she heard the front door open and slam shut. She heard foot steps, coming closer to her room. The noise stopped outside the door. Then the door flew open.