Chapter 5

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Chapter 5: I have a choice

  It was about 5:00 pm and I thought there was no sign of the witches.

I start walking down the stairs and I hear voices from the living

room. I keep walking down the stairs and I saw John and his friend,

Jessica (leader of witches) and her friends.

  "What is going on here," I asked

  "Sam there you are. I was talking to Jessica. She will leave you

alone but there is a small problem," John said.

  "What small problem," I asked but really didn't want to know the answer.

  "Well.... You know how the witches were trying to turn you into them? Well..,"

  "Well....."

  "You have to choose. Become a witch, a werewolves or we are going to

have to kill you," John told me.

I stood there in stock with my mouth open. I didn't know what to say

or do. Most people wouldn't come out and just say you have choice.

Choose one or you die. I knew there was something wrong with John. He

wanted me a part of his pack. Not like that's bad but it is bad.

  "Okay If I choice one. Can I go home then," I asked.

  "Yes but you would have to return," John told me.

Okay I have to make a choice. Becoming a witch, werewolf or die. I

know dying is out.

  "I am going back upstairs to think about this," I told him.

I went back upstairs. I sat on the bed and thought. Maybe I could

retreat out of here. I looked out the window that was in the room. It

was about 10 feet above the ground. If I jumped I could end up dead.

Okay no jumping. Then I realized that I can somehow freeze time. I

sat down on the bed again and prayed for god to freeze again. I closed

my eyes and prayed. I waited about three minutes. I opened my eyes,

got up, opened the door and listened from voices. I didn't hear any. I

walked to the stairs and listened for voice. Nothing. I walk down the

stairs and everyone was frozen.

  "Yes. Thank you god," I thought to myself.

I walked right out the door and ran for my life in any direction.

Hopefully finding a road. I ran and ran looking for a road. There was

nothing there but grass. I got tired. I sat down on the ground and

rested.

  I heard foot steps. I got back up and started running again. I heard

the footsteps all around me. I stopped and listen to see where the

footsteps were coming from. It sounded like they were coming from all

directions. I stood there looking around; looking at each spot I heard

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