What's next?
Kick the knife away
You kick the knife away but feel a flash of pain. The knife slides across the floor and you look down in disbelief at your bleeding toe. So wait a minute, the knife is real? Is this a prank? Kind of a dangerous one if it is…
You have a funny feeling about this, something very cold and creepy that goes up and down your body as you watch Peachface rise to her feet. Her body language is scary and… confident. If this person wants to hurt you, the fact that the knife is over there now is not going to stop her.
One black gloved hand disappears into the folds of the robe, then emerges with… a pair of scissors, which she holds like a knife, raising them high.
Yeah. You are not staying. You have to get out of there. This girl locked the main door, but there are two other ways out that you know of: those cellar doors that you have seen from the outside of the house, and the other staircase.
You have never seen anyone ever actually open those cellar doors, but they exist.
You have seen people use the back stairs, but only when they’ve made a mess in the kitchen and they don’t anyone to see them at the scene of the crime.
You are not exactly sure how to get to either one, but the outer doors should be somewhere to your left, and the stairway has to be behind you somewhere. Time to run.
Which way?
Outside cellar doors? Or the back staircase?
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