I instantly ran towards the door, with all intentions to close it, lock it, and wait for them to pass, whoever they were, but I stopped myself, knowing that a locked door is a definite sign someone is in a room and that would only lead them into my room and right into their next victim, me. I ran to the window and threw it open, releasing the fire escape, knowing I only had minutes until they finally made it to the 3rd floor, my floor. The fire escape finally released and made a noise as loud as the gunshots, if not louder. I threw a jacket onto the fire escape, hoping it would fool anyone who came into my room that I made a run for it down the fire escape. I ran back to behind the door and opened it as widely as I could, tucking myself in between the wall and the door, hopefully unable to be seen.
As soon as I got behind the door I heard stomping footsteps of someone running down my hall, and then I heard screaming.
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Ghosts Hiding From Me
Short StoryShania wakes up one summer day to find that her shared house was broken into. Quickly hiding, she finds that the people weren't after any possessions, but they were after her and they were hired to do so. Who would hire criminals to come after som...
