The Hall

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"The Hall"

I open the door, and race down the hall. I can hear my kids screaming in their room at the end of it, but i just can't seem to get there fast enough.

I reach the door and their wailing intensifies. They're banging on the door, screaming for help.

"We're burning in here!" They cry, as smoke pours out of the bottom of the door. I begin coughing and sobbing, unable to break down the door. I grab the knob, but it's so hot it burned my hand immediately.

I cry out , but on the other side of the door my  children need me. I rip off my shirt, wrap it around my hand, and grab the knob.

I open the door, and race down the hall. I can hear my kids in their room at the end of it, but I just can't seem to get there fast enough...



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