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There are monsters everywhere.
They are hanging from the ceiling, running on the walls, fighting, screaching, the smell of death filling your nose and lungs, as you breathe quietly and unmovingly as you can, petrified with fear.
They fight, and you convince yourself not to look, not to flinch, to trust that it wasn't the falling body of a friend.
You are terrified.
A body hits the wall. Gas fills the room.
This is your worst nightmare.
You are terrified of the supernatural.
Mike looks to the light switch. You nod.
Hannah has become a monster. Your best friend, Josh's sister, has become the thing you fear the most. You can not move, can not scream, can not do anything but remain frozen, if you wish to live.
The monsters fight again. Hannah rips it apart. You have no idea if it will stay dead.
Mike breaks a bulb. You know what his plan is. You hear someone leave.
You should help, the others get out.
You want out. NOW!
You should scream. You should be brave.
You run for the switch.
You leave fire behind you.
They are all dead.
You wish you had been brave.