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The monsters had come out of the living room, and were grinning at me on my right.
On my left, was the burned man with the razors.
I looked between the two sides.
"No where to run, no where to hide,"
Taunted the doll, grinning wickedly, tossing his knife back and forth between his hands.
"Fuck this."
I cried, running to the stairs. Loud, thundering footsteps chased after me.
I took the steps three at a time, my lungs burning inside of my chest. A hand grabbed my ankle, and I tripped onto my stomache, turning back to look to see who caught me.
It was the lepercaun.
"Running past, the lass may be fast, but soon she does, fall on her ass."
I kicked him in his head, and got up again, running towards my room. As soon as I was about to go in, the door slammed in my face and refused to open. I pushed myself to the right, running to the attic staircase. Reaching the door, I swung it open and leaped in the room, slamming it behind me and locking it. The door shook violently with pounding fists.
"Aw, come on, let us in! We won't bite!"
Whined the voice that sounded like the doll.
"Yeah, come on! We're your friends!"
Chimed another. They all laughed at that.
"Leave me alone!"
I shouted through the door.
"Aw, don't you like us, Jennifer?"
I shuddered, my back against the door.
"How the fuck do you know my name!"
I yelled, pounding my fists against the wood.
"A little birdie told us."
They snickered at that.
"What do you want?"
There was a long pause at the question.
"We want you."
A dark whisper replied to me, and I knew it was the man with the razors. Suddenly, four metal claws dug into the door, poking out beside me.
I screamed as I ran to the right side of the attic, and crouched in the corner, behind some tall boxes, that covered me completely from sight. The sound of the claws tearing at the door echoed in the attic.
Finally, a loud click and the door creaked open. Loud footsteps poured into the room.
"I love hide and go seek."
Snickered the burned man. I looked around my little box fortress and found a pen laying idle on the floor. I snatched it up, and held it to my chest to use as a weapon, which I knew was pathetic, but it was the only thing that I had. I tensed myself for action, incase they found my hiding spot.
Just then, the window in the attic broke and something huge stumbled on the floor.