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Chapter 6 by maester maester

Ask for help or be mocho

Be wise, ask for help

He decides there is no real shame in asking for directions. John agree to go to house up ahead. It is farther away than John thought. As it turns out the house is very large mansion. In the storm the building takes on a gastly look. It appears strangly gothic, the kind of place Dr. Frankenstien would try to create his monstrosity. Either from the cold wind that strikes John and Sarah when they get out the car or from creepy appearance of the house John gets a shiver from head to toe.

The wind is to strong that it knocks Sarah down into the mud. John rushes over to help her up, but end up wallowing in the mudd before he can rectify themselves. Sarah seems to have sprained her ankle, but in sooth he can't hear a word she says over the roaring wind, so it is only a guess. John sweeps her off her feet like a bride and carries Sarah in the pelting rain to the door. There was no answer. John starts to kick and bang on the door to no avail.

"God can this get any worse?" Sarah mutters in his ear. Well, he should have knocked on wood because the next thing John hears is a great CREEEEAAAAAKSHHHOOOMMM!!!! as large tree falls on the car.

Can it still get worse? What is next?

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