Need Some Help?

• Samantha Delaney, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2013

I ran as fast as I could, pumping my legs faster and faster. I could hear there moans behind me which motivated me to run quicker. My legs felt like jelly and I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs. Every time I turned a corner there would be more. There was no escape. I turned in to an old warehouse and shot the lock of the door. The noise echoed in the quietness. That was not good, it would only attracted more. I kicked the door open and quickly shut it behind me pulling an old book shelf in front of it. I walked further in to the darkness of the old building hoping to find another weapon. I was short on ammo which was not good. I heard banging on the door which wouldn’t hold much longer even with the bookcase. I began to run again looking in rooms for anything that could be of use, but there was nothing I could fine. There was a loud bang of the bookcase and the door giving way. Time to get out of here. I tried to recall if I passed an exit while looking around but came up blank. I cursed under my breath and continued through the darkness bumping into some empty boxes making noise. The moaning became louder and I still hadn’t found an exit out of the building. I was terrified. I had almost given up when I heard a familiar voice.

“Need some help?” he called. I almost laughed at his timing. Almost. I turned around to see him smiling at me with two baseball bats in his hands, he threw one to me and almost hit me in the face. I also noticed he came through an exit that I didn’t see. I sighed and shook my head. I am such an idiot. The moaning had became louder. We didn’t have much time. I ran towards the exit, stopping next to my savior. He took my hand and we ran away from the house of horrors and into a living hell.