She turned and raced out the door.
She skidded to a halt as a yawning
gap in the floor appeared. She heard a
scratching noise at the bottom,
probably some creature. Glancing
backward, Ariana saw the witches
advancing, holding a torch and
assuming she was trapped.
Ariana backed up, and took a chance.
She took a running jump, desperately
attempting to cross the gap before the
witches got to her. There was a moment
where she was in the air. Then, she was
falling. She got ahold of the other side,
barely holding on. She pulled herself
up and looked back when she heard a
wail of distress. She took a moment to
realize it was coming from the pit.
She scrambled into a standing
position and took off running, ignoring
the stitch in her side. The witches let
out a keening wail. They waited a
moment, by which time an answering
call had sounded.
“There it is,” panted Ariana, clutching
her side, but not slowing down.
Unfinished
She hurtled into the door and had to scramble with the handle.
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She glanced back, realizing that the light had gone out. The door
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handle opened,
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and she fell in. Kicking the door closed, she took in the room.
It was a dusty room, undisturbed and uninhabited. Getting to her
feet, Ariana brushed herself off. She jumped away from the door
when something rammed into it. She pulled a chair up to it just as a chainsaw sounded
on the other side.
Running to the window, she realized it was locked. Ariana glanced over her shoulder
when a splintering sound came from the door. A figure clad in all white entered,
holding a chainsaw. Giving up on the window, Ariana saw the w