*KRA-KHOW!*
The lightning struck just a few feet away, hitting the aging Douglas Fir right outside like an electric whip. Stephanie got startled and backed away, before tripping on Priscilla's corpse and landing in a pile of gore. The tree started falling; its trunk moaning in protest. Stephanie looked up just in time to see it coming straight at her, instinctively closing her eyes and raising her arms in front of her face; holding her breath.
*kreeeeeeeeee-CRASH!*
Stephanie opened her eyes to meet a patch of tree bark an inch away from her nose; half the trunk was now comfortably resting inside the library, having destroyed the covered balcony outside and whatever was left of the broken window.
"As if the psycho wasn't enough." the girl slithered away and propped herself up. "Imagine if I didn't recycle..." she mumbled to herself, wiping her Chucks on the grimy carpet.
She walked over to the door and tried it just in case. No luck; the killer had not only locked it, but as she discovered moments later, he had also broken the key inside the keyhole.
"There's gotta be another way outta here..." she readied her flashlight and started looking around, covering every inch of the room, bookshelf after bookshelf; wall to peeling wall.
Nothing.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Dw_jgbMv9QThe pressure was getting to her and that knock on the head from her last encounter with the horned intruder wasn't helping at all; it felt like her skull was about to split in half at any given second.
She aimed her flashlight at a short silhouette nearby. It was an ornate carved wooden pedestal, home to a marble bust of Ronald Reagan, contemplatively looking to the future with a furrowed brow; probably sculpted during that one time the Gipper wasn't smiling.
"Don't look at me like that-- What would you do in my place...?" she felt dizzy.
The Sherriff's daughter almost lost her balance, leaning against the bust to steady herself.
*clack-reeeeep*
The president moved half an inch to the right and a secret door swung open from the wall behind her, ripping apart the flimsy wallpaper that previously covered it.
"Thank you, sir!" Stephanie saluted, rushing to the passage.
It was a narrow crawlspace, just wide enough to fit a Campbell of her stature, adorned with rusty pipes and moldy insulation and covered in cobwebs on either side. A baby mouse squeaked and hopped away in panic, as the beam of Stephanie's flashlight followed it down a flight of rickety stairs.
Stephanie was beyond feeling disgusted by now, having crossed the point of no return give or take half a bucket of guts ago; she took a deep breath and began her descent.
She was a few feet away from solid ground, when...
*crack*
"Uh-oh..."
The last few rotten steps crumbled to pieces beneath her feet and she fell straight through. "Motherf--"
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