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unnamed story, part 3



Leslie grabbed the door knob, twisted, pulled. The door didn't open. She looked back over her shoulder.

“Please don't do this,” Tess said, though she didn't take a step toward the house. “Please. I don't want you to get hurt.”

“Fuck you,” Leslie replied, and pushed. The door swung open without a sound and Leslie disappeared in the darkness. Just before the door swung shut, Tess saw the flashlight flicker on. It swept the room like a searchlight, illuminating nothing as far as Tess could see through the window, just a weak beam of light cutting through the darkness. What Leslie saw, she didn't know, but it didn't scare her off. Instead, the light moved further away from the door, deeper into the house.

“Now what?” Nina looked to Tess for guidance.

Tess shrugged, started to say something, and was cut off by a scream, loud and shrill. The second was even louder. Before she knew what she was doing, Tess was sprinting toward the door, reaching for her knife. Nina had frozen, but took off after her a second later. Tess hit the door flying, her heel hitting the door just above the handle, next to the lock. The old wood splintered, and the door flew open, crashing loudly against the wall.

And then Leslie was laughing, the flashlight shining in Tess's face annoyingly. “Jesus,” she said. “You really believed that crap. You should see your face.”

“Fuck you.”

Nina had caught up, with Eric and Tasha on her heels. “So you're ok?” she asked, timidly.

“Fuck yeah. It's just an old house.”

“Good,” Tess said. “Now lets fucking go.”

But they didn't, did they? No, instead, Nina and Eric and Tasha all filed into the house behind Leslie, and Tess stood helplessly on the stoop as the door swung slowly shut behind them.

“I'm leaving,” she called through the door, but the only answers were giggles and laughs, moving deeper into the house. “I'm leaving now,” she yelled, but the only answer was silence, and she could no longer see Leslie's flashlight through the window, and then, “Fuck,” and she stormed away from the door, away from the house, away from all this.

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