What’s happening!?!?!?” Deirdre shouted.
Kaye ran down to me. “Randi!”
I was crying, “my wrist. It’s br-broken.”
Kaye screamed. “What the hel-“ And then she wasn’t there anymore.
“Kaye! Kaye! Where are you!?!?!” Caren yelled out.
“Here. I’m okay. Something pushed me down the stairs.”
“Let’s get outta here!” Deirdre said.
“Caren grab Randi!” Kaye shouted coming back up the stairs.
Thump squeak thump squeak thump squeak.
It was moving back upstairs.
Caren, Deirdre and Kaye helped me down the stairs. We hurried towards the door when we heard:
Thumpsqueakthumpsqueakthumpsqueak.
“It’s coming down the stairs! Go, go, go!” Kaye shouted.
Caren made a run for the door, “I can’t open it!”
“Turn the deadbolt! Turn the deadbolt!” Deirdre shouted.
“Why would there be a deadbolt we didn’t lock the frickin’ door!” Kaye screamed.
“Well somebody did!!!” Deirdre yelled back.
Thumpsqueakthumpsqueakthumpsqueak.
“It’s getting closer!” Kaye screamed. “Open the freakin’ door!!”
Thumpsqueakthumpsqueakthumpsqueak.
Caren got the door open, “c’mon!” We ran outside just in time for the front door to slam shut!
Caren shouted. "OH MY GOD! I'm gonna swing by Wal-Mart on the way home and pick up some huggies!"
I held my wrist in my other hand for support but the pain was becoming too much. I needed to get to the hospital.
“Shit Deirdre you don’t have an intruder! You’ve got a freakin’ ghost!” Kaye said.
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