"Well, ok then" the man on the phone hung up. Instantly, she hears blood piercing screaming upstairs, terrified she hesitated to walk up the stairs. She realizes she needs to help her. Screaming the screaming all she can think about is what horrific things does it take for this deathly scream, "she has to be dying, " she explains to herself as she grabs a knife from the kitchen.
Her sweat landed on the wool carpeting on the stairs as the screaming gets louder and louder, her every breath makes the air thicker, each beat of her heart puts pressure on her chest as she walks up the white stairs.
As she walked up the stairs, she saw the blood leaking from the closed door, walking towards the door with her knife ready in her right hand, however it's slippery for the sweat has made it hard to grip. Outside the door ready to open the screaming ends with a faint moan. She barges in with a great force breaking the door down, she didn't see her, nor a man, a drop of blood fell from the ceiling hitting the wool like her sweat.
She didn't dare look up at the ceiling, she knew what was there, "I have to look up" she thought to herself so she did. Nothing, nothing on the ceiling at all, she knew there was no attic or anywhere above it so she didn't understand, she looked back down at the blood stain.
It was gone, there was no blood stain, however, she felt a presence behind her and she saw the shadow overcome her own. She knew that she has done for, she has no hope now.
She heard the presence behind her say "Well, ok then, " she felt a strong puncture of a knife slowly enter her back, she started to scream she screamed for as long as the knife was in her, the knife was just getting deeper and deeper. Next thing she knew she heard someone in the kitchen, someone was in the kitchen taking a knife.
