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I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking at, but I knew the stairs were leading exactly where I needed to go. Michael was somewhere at the bottom of the stairs and no one else was here to help me get him home. If I didn’t get him home soon, I knew he was going to die. He had been missing for too long. I also knew if he wasn’t stuck in a room at the bottom of the stairs, I was out of time and he would probably die anyway. I never should have introduced him to Christopher.
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4 responses to “The Stairway”
Yikes! The start – or the end – of a horror story?
Such an intriguing back story here.
If Michael dies, she’s going to be eaten alive with guilt. I hope she finds Michael for both of their sakes.
Much threatening drama in this story. Well done.