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The man grabbed at the door knob and kept on shaking it and tugging.

"John! The Damn door won't open!" Yelled the man.

"shit." Said the other man. "Barry and Joe go back to the car and get the chainsaw, were going to need it for in here! I'll go look downstairs again!" said the guy.

It was complete silence. They all had a fear stricken look on their faces.

"They have a chainsaw, we need to get out of here." Said Nathan

"Out of the house." Said Jake.

"We can't just leave! They might have others outside... waiting for us." Said Peyton

"They might not even know anyone is here." Said Haley

"Being honest, we either leave or die." Said Lucas. Brooke was rummaging through a bag that was in the closet.

"What are you doing?" asked Peyton

"I'm really hungry." Said Brooke embarrassingly.

They all sat in the closet, they could hear them downstairs. They were still deciding on what to do.

"Who would even stay in a house robbing it for over an hour?" said Jake

"Maybe they are waiting for something, like people." Said Brooke

"I'm not taking this anymore; we have to get out of here before they get the chainsaw. They would be able to cut this door open like running your finger though water." Said Nathan standing up.

"Alright come on, be really quiet." Said Lucas

"They are probably in the living room, so our best bet is to jump from the attic roof onto the Fourth floor balcony, and shimmy down the chimney until we come to the roof. Then we have to jump from the third floor." Said Jake

Lucas, Nathan, and Jake looked at the girls to see there responses. Haley and Peyton nodded yes and Brooke shrugged her shoulders. The boys took the rod away from the door and paced the girls to silently run. They slowly opened the door.

In front of them was one man dressed in black with a gun, staring at the group.