Chapter 18
AN: I hate updating but a strange number of people have put this story on alert recently. So here I am updating.
Abby tried to breath deeply and get herself under control. She would be no use to anyone that way. She looked at the door for a way out. It was solid wood and the hinges and lock looked new. It all looked new. Abby shuddered to think of the last person kept in that room,banging on the door so hard it dented, but not escaping.
She looked at the walls in hope of some ridiculously large air vent she could crawl through. There wasn't any. Her search did reveal a socket on the other side of the room next to the toilet. Abby shuffled over to it, an idea forming in the back of her head.
"How do you know my name? Your evil spirit friends tell you?" Mitchel narrowed his eyes. "God is suppose to be protecting me! He said I was doing the right thing!" Shawn gasped for breath, trying to get enough air in his lungs to respond.
"He lied Mitchel!" Shawn yelled as best he could. "How else would I know? He told me. You were tricked Mitchel. Killing those guys from the military was a bad idea."
Mitchel flinched. "Liar! God promised me revenge!" He moved to punch Shawn again.
"FIRE! FIRE!" They both turned to the bathroom door. There was smoke curling from the door frame toward the ceiling.
"Shit!" Mitchel swore. He moved to the door and yanked it open. Abby barreled into him, knocking the killer to the floor. She jumped up and went to Shawn's side. Shawn did his best to help. Once on his feet he started to sway. Abby grabbed his middle and half dragged him toward the stairs. Smoke started to fill the room, making it harder and harder to breath. They made it to the bottom of the stairs before Mitchel yanked them to the floor by the back of their shirts.
"You're not going anywhere! This is a sign! The witches will burn by the hand of god!' Mitchel screamed.