Happy Face

You bolt up, your foot shooting up pain that you ignore as you sprint for your life to the doors. You try the handles, but they're locked! You look at the small window and decide to try your chances. You hear the maniac come back. Your head pops through the window, the bright sun blinding you. Your face is buried in grass, sweet sweet grass. You scramble quickly through the window. Your midriff is out as your hear a "HEY!" echo in the nightmarish voice. You go faster trying your best to manage through, but two hands grab your ankle, making you cry out. He starts to drag you down, you screaming for help loudly with no one to hear. You kick and kick until your broken ankle makes contact with the maniac's noise. He stumbles out, and you shimmy your way through the window. Your feet feel the ground beneath you. Your breath is shaking and you start crying. You cry so hard that you can't breath. Never will you get over this, how traumatic it all was. You hear a noise behind you, but you don't do a double take. You sprint out into the road, stopping a car. The woman takes you to the hospital, asking you questions about what happened, how you got there, what your name is. You look at the house as you give vague answers. The house is bright pink, with a white porch that has a grandma and grandpa rocking in chairs together. That can't possibly be the outrageously nightmarish house that you were in. Despite all the horrible events that happened, the outside of the horror house terrified you the most. The outside is so calm and sweet, meaning that there was absolutely no way any one would of ever found you. Even though you were out, never did you feel so horribly vulnerable and distraught then at that point of realization.

Good Job. You made it. Physically at least...

what do you do?