Phil's Kid

Ch-82-Window-?

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"What do you mean? I can't stream every day!" A streamer said to his chat.

His wife slammed the door to the room he was in open and stood in the door frame just out of the camera's view. "What the heck?!" The streamer yelled surprised. He turned to look at the door and saw his wife with a panicked face. "Alex" She whispered so only the streamer could hear.

He slowly turned back to his computer. "And looks like we're going to be ending this streak early!" He said then turns his stream of.

He turned his full attention to his wife. "Where is he?"

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After that cry for help, the phone was hung up. Was it really Karter? It was their number, and they're not the person to hurt others, instead, they get hurt...

Memories of Karter being in that closet came up, I shook my head. This isn't like that time.

Mom ran pit of Dad's office with dad behind her. Mom ran into the closet and grabbed my shoes as dad grabbed the car keys on the counter. "Where are we going?" I asked. Standing up.

"Where do you think?" Mom asked me.

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How did they know where Karter lived? Well, they do have their parent's phone numbers. Maybe when adults share phone numbers they also exchange addresses? That sounds stupid. It doesn't even matter, as long as we get to Karter.

Our car parked in the driveway of a normal-looking house. I quickly got pit of the car and ran to the door. I placed my hand on the doorknob about to twist it open. A hand was placed on my shoulder and pulled me back. I painted for a second. But when I turned around and saw it was the dad I calmed down. "Let me g first." He said walking up to the door.

He pounded on the door. "Pizza is here!" He yelled at the door. There was no window on their door so whoever was inside couldn't see it wasn't pizza. But there was a window next to the door. It had the curtains drawn over it. Maybe the owner peaked out from behind the curtain? I looked to the other side of the house and saw the same thing, a window with curtains covering it. I looked up to the second floor. There again was a window that covered my curtains. Ok... Not suspicious at all...

Dad was trying to twist the door know open but it wouldn't move.

I try opening the door, but the handle won't budge. Locked.
"Karter?!" I yell and bang on the door. I'm still trying to pull the doorknob down when I hear a sound. It was a scratch-

"It's alright." I hear mom say. She places her hands on my shoulders while standing behind me, bringing me back to the present.

Dad then starts kicking the door.

He kicks it again,

and again,

and again,

again,

until the door flies open swinging into the house.

Dad is the first to enter the house since he is standing right in front of the doorway. I quickly follow behind him. I was about to run around the house when I get stopped. "It's not safe," Mom says grabbing my arm and pulling me back outside. "But-" I try to protest. "No buts, stay here and call the police." Sue says then enters the house behind my dad slowly closing the door, but leaving it open a crack.

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I step into the house silently closing the door behind me. I think I saw them go down the hallway first. I turn to the stairs that lead to the second floor. That's probably my best bet.

I slowly go up the stairs trying my best not to make it creak. They already know we're here, but they don't know where we are in the house.

I walk up to the first door and place my shaky hand on the handle. I'm afraid of what ill find, but I'm more afraid of not finding anything.

I swing the door open.

I cover my mouth.

The room looked mostly like an ordinary bedroom.

Except for the fact that there were bloodstains on the carpet.

I go into the room and start looking around. Behind the door. Under the bed. In the closet. Karter isn't here.

I leave the room glancing at it one more time. I go to the next door down the second-floor hallway.

I'm still trying to pull the doorknob down when I hear a sound. It was a scratching sound. Like someone was scratching on the door.

I shake my head. Worry about the present. But I could still hear the scratching sound in the back of my head.

I swing the door open quickly.

That room was just closet space.

There were bins messily laying on the floor and the higher shelves were empty. There was also a laser laying on the floor for son reason.

It was a scratching sound.

I look up in the closet.

There was an outline of a square on the ceiling. On the center edge of the square was a rope hanging down. Was that an attack?

I grab the ladder and prop it up against the shelves. I climb up to the top and tap on the square.

My tap echoed.

The echo didn't stop.

Simone was tapping back?

I knocked on the attic don't again.

Someone knocked back.

I quickly pulled on the rope and opened the attic door.

Then I climbed up into the attic.

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