Kaylin woke up to the light. She looked around in a strange room she had never seen before. Her eyes were puffy and foggy, as she tried to remember how she got here. She ran her fingers through hair. Wait. Something was wrong. She grabbed her hair and ran her fingers through it. Her hair had been cut. She jumped off the bed and looked in the mirror- it was about an inch shorter than shoulder length. Suddenly she remembered all that had happened the day before- what was going on?
She looked down and saw she only had on a flowery dress. What? She screamed and ran from the room, but as she opened the door, there stood the sheriff.
"G'morning sunshine!" he laughed. She looked at who was coming up the stairs.
"No…" she whispered. It was him… he came toward her. Tears came easily.
"No!" she screamed as she tried to push passed him. She looked, and saw Henrietta and the plump lady at the bottom of the stairs, and a woman she didn't recognize. She pushed pass the mad man, and jumped the side of the staircase and hit the floor hard. She got up quickly, and tried to run for the door. The man grabbed her wrist and didn't let her go.
"Sorry Thomas, we thought she was different." Henrietta said. Kaylin clawed and struggled and screamed.
"Get that howlin' pig out of my sight!" Sheriff Hoyt screamed.
"No, please!" she screamed. Thomas grabbed her wrist and drug her to the doorway. He slid open the door and threw her down the stairs and slammed the door shut. Kaylin's eyes stung with tears. She looked around the wet basement.
"Oh my gosh," she whispered. Her legs dropped from under her as she spotted Eric, hanging from the ceiling. She sobbed and sobbed, seeing James in the bath tub beside her. Although his face was completely off, and nothing but raw skin was covering his skull, she could tell it was him by his clothes and the cross chain he wore around his neck.
She looked over and saw Natalie lying on the floor, blood was all around her. She walked over to her and saw her hand on a knife. She had always been the smart one. She heard someone coming. Please don't let it be him, she thought to herself. It wasn't coming from the upstairs though. She looked over and saw a small boy standing there.
"Come with me," he whispered and waved his hand as a gesture to follow him. Kaylin stared at him.
"Come on, I'll get you out of here. Hurry!" with no other choice, Kaylin followed the boy.
"He doesn't know this way out." He whispered.
"What's your name?" Kaylin asked. The boy looked back at her, and pressed his eyes together. He kept up the fast pace, as he answered. "Jedidiah." Kaylin followed him, as he led her out of the basement and always from the house. Before she knew it, they were back at the road.
"Follow this road as far as possible. Sooner or later a car might come and get you, or you'll reach civilization. But I beg of you, don't tell anyone where this is." Kaylin's tears were not only sad right now, but also grateful.
"Thank-you, Jedidiah." She sobbed. "Thank-you so much!" he took a step toward her, but stepped back just as quickly.
"You must hurry, before they've noticed you're gone." Kaylin ran as fast as she could down the road, and didn't look back.