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Blood on the doorstop
leading down the hall
I found it quite startling
though not much blood at all
Down the hall I went
creeping as quiet as I could
“SOS” read the text I sent
I hear a phone chime in the room
I opened the door ever so slowly
dared not peek around for a moment
Gathered my thoughts and my nerves
the smell growing ever potent
I pushed the door open with a creak
what a terrible sight I saw
It would make the strongest turn meek
She was all over the floors, the bed, and the wall
The walls were coated in scarlet
with a foot peeking out from a drawer
I felt bile rise in my throat
and heard the distant slam of a door
I almost gave myself whiplash
from how quickly my head had turned
I felt fear rise faster than bile
and tried to remember what I had learned
There was someone else with me
maybe the one who killed her
Tears pricked my eyes as I realized
without escape, I was dead for sure
Before I left, I grabbed her phone
silencing it and mine
I stilled for a moment to listen
and sent a prayer as I looked for a sign
I had no idea where to go
but away from the sound I heard
I was still unsure it was who did this
but to trust it would be absurd
Peeking out of the room
I saw the empty hall
I hesitantly stepped out
and debated making a call
Deciding against it, I knew
he’d probably hear me if I tried
I had to find my own way out
and decided to find somewhere to hide
I tiptoed down the hall
to find an unlocked door
preferably a room without a body
though I hoped for an exit even more
I tried door after door
but found them all locked
though judging from the smell
if I got in, I’d be shocked
Continuing down the hall
I failed more and more
as I began to hear
footsteps on the floor
I grew even more frantic
as I juggled each doorknob
the steps getting closer
he was coming to finish the job
I heard him turn the corner
and spun around with quite a start
He got to me as I saw that I knew him
he was the friend I could never outsmart
In my last moments, I knew
I had never stood a chance
all hope drained out of me
as his knife began its’ dance