Running like hell. Sam and I were running from the murderer that killed our family. We both saw an old rusty house and had no choice but to hid in there. I then started smelling something old and moldy and the house was sticky. Sam then got this flashlight out and saw that the entire house is cover with slime. Then suddenly we both felt the slime was dripping through the second floor onto our faces. Our foot was then such to the floor and we both could't moved. I then thought to my self we got away from the murderer but had to die in this house.
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