I ran into the house and locked the door. I slowly slid down to the floor to catch my breath. The inside of the house was bare; there was no furniture to block the door. The only thing I could see was a staircase. My fingers started to burn and I quickly jumped. The slime oozed it’s under the door crease and burned my finger. I struggled up the stairs and tried to find a room to hind in. There were 5 brown doors with rusty door handles. I tried the first one and the handle fell off. The second door opened but there was only a wall behind it. I opened the third door it was actually a room. The blob had already demolished the door and was now heading toward the stairs.
The Bridge on Porter Street 9/10
November 23, 2009