The Beginning
By another request, the beginning of my story. well some of it.. the part i could recover.
“Annie,” Aubrey called to me, “Annie, wake up!” She shook me by my shoulders.
“Huh?” I guess I was dozing off…
“Do you want some hot chocolate?” Aubrey asked. The tone in her voice was a little weird. Perhaps she was worried about me.
“Um… okay,” I replied. It was pretty cold.
She handed me a steaming hot, freshly made cup of hot chocolate. You see, it was winter break, or more actually, the week before Christmas. My friends and I were staying in a cabin up in the mountains for a week. It just snowed the other night. As Aubrey walked past me to sit with Laura in front of the T.V., I gazed out once again through the window. Even though it was night, people were skiing. The mountain we were staying at had night skiing available. The fresh powder was always nice to ski on.
We lucked out - our cabin was pretty nice. I tore my eyes away from the window and started to head to the T.V. It was your basic log cabin. We all slept in the same small room. It contained three beds, a desk, a candle, and a radio. In the living room area there was a couch, one chair, a hand-knit rug, and a T.V. We didn’t have great lighting, only candles and a few lamps. During the day the cabin was always nicely lit. Laura had brought, along with a big suitcase, about 20 packs of hot chocolate with her.
Well anyway, it was a night like any other really. We were all just sitting down to T.V. when a strange bulletin interrupted Gilligan’s Island (It looked like they were finally going to get off that stupid island too).
“We are sorry to interrupt your program, but there is an urgent news update!” shouted the announcer. He had a frightened tone to his voice. “A convict has escaped from prison and was last seen heading into the mountains nearby. Many say he is insane… and armed. Please call the police, I repeat, please call the police if you have any information.”
The T.V. flickered back to Gilligan’s Island once more. Looks like Gilligan messed up again.
“Wh… what was that all about?” asked Laura, her voice was shaky.
Aubrey tossed her head back and started laughing. “Oooh, It’s just some maniac who escaped from prison. And he’s coming this way!” With that, she jumped over to Laura and acted like she was going to cut her head off.
Laura screamed and jumped on the couch. I laughed as she clutched a pillow to her chest and looked out the window as if she was waiting for the maniac to burst through it any minute.
Meanwhile, Aubrey had fallen to the floor in laughter. She was rolling around.
“This isn’t totally funny you guys. What if they’re telling the truth? What if the maniac IS right out the window?” I said in a serious tone.
We all glanced out the window quickly. Aubrey turned around and sat on her knees. She was suddenly very serious. “Look, were leaving tomorrow. Lets lock all the doors and windows; just to be safe. We’ll stick together. I’m sure we’ll be okay.”
Well… she was wrong. We locked all the doors and windows and went back to the T.V. By the third episode of Gilligan’s Island, we had forgotten about the “maniac.” What we didn’t know was that he was about to remind us.
About halfway into Gilligan’s Island, our doorbell rang. Laura screamed, and we all jumped.
“Do… you… think it’s the maniac?” asked Laura.
“Well how bout you open the door and find out?” said Aubrey.
“Nooooo way! YOU open!” said Laura, clutching her pillow ever closer.
The doorbell rang again. I walked over to it. “Well, someone’s got to open it.” I grabbed the knob and turned it slowly. I peeked through a small opening to the outside. No one was there. I gave a sigh of relief.
“Oh, you two are being silly. It’s probably just little kids, or something.” I said.
I opened the door all the way and screamed in horror at what I saw.
“What! What!” yelled Laura. She was scrunched up against the back of the couch.
“What is it?” asked Aubrey calmly.
“It’s a…” I looked at the ground to see letters written in blood. “…Message… written in-”
“-Crayon.” Aubrey finished for me. “Some loser who can’t get a date is just trying to scare us.” She threw a red crayon that was sitting on the small porch into the fire.
“Wh… what does it say?” asked Laura in a breathless voice.
Aubrey had settled next to Laura on the couch. She looked like she was thinking. I turned back to the message written on the ground. I read it out loud: “You must leave now, if you wish to see daylight again. Or else, if you don’t, be prepared.”
“Be… prepared for what?” asked Laura.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t say. But it does have some numbers written after the message.” I replied.
“What are they?” asked Aubrey.
I looked down again. They were scribbled hastily after the message. I bent down to get a better look.
“12-9-66-2,” I said.
Aubrey and Laura were suddenly next to me.
“Looks weird. Like a combination or something.” Aubrey said, examining the numbers.
“Tooo… what?” asked Laura.
“I dunno. I guess it doesn’t really matter.” She glanced toward the clock that was sitting next to the T.V. “It’s getting late you guys. Maybe we should go to sleep. We’ll be out of here tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Good idea,” I said.
“N-n-noooo way!” gasped Laura, “We can’t go to sleep under these conditions!”
“Oh Laura…” said Aubrey.
“No way! I’m going to the police station down the mountain! It will be safe there! They said he was in the mountains! Look around! WE’RE IN THE MOUNTAINS!” Laura yelled.
“Laura-“
“No! This is way to scary. I’m going down there! Even if I have to go alone!”
“Suit yourself,” said Aubrey, and she turned to the couch. She switched the channel over to the news. There was a piece going on about the maniac. “But if you’re out there and the maniac gets you, don’t come crying to me.”
Laura looked more scared than ever. She gave Aubrey a bad look, which she didn’t see. Her eyes were glued to the T.V. She then turned to me.
“Annie… oh Annie… come with me please! It will be much safer there! Who needs angry ol’ Aubrey anyway? Come on! We can’t stay here!” she said.
“Laura, we can’t just leave her here. If the maniac IS real, she won’t be safe. Either we ALL head to the police station, or we ALL stay here.” I responded.
Laura sighed, and with one last frustrated “Oh!” she slouched into the chair by the fire and stared into the T.V. muttering to her self.
I closed the door, but not without glancing at the numbers again. I memorized them.
12-9-66-2. Somehow, it just seemed to be important. With those numbers I felt some sort of safety. For a moment, things seemed like they were going to be okay. I sighed, and turned to the window once again. It was snowing slightly. It looked like skiers were going on their last runs. Somehow they must have heard about the maniac and were heading back to their cars and cabins to be safe.
I turned back to my friends to notice one of them was gone. I looked around and saw Laura in the bedroom. Aubrey was still glancing into the T.V. with a trance-like stare. I decided not to bother her right now, and headed into the bedroom. Laura was dashing around in some sort of panic. I jumped into my bed and sat watching her. She was grabbing things from her bed and the closet and was shoving them back into her bag.
“Um, Laura, what are you doing?” I asked.
She must not have realized I was there because she jumped a little.
“I don’t care what you say,” her voice was serious, in almost a scary way, “I’m going down to the police station. I don’t feel safe here with a maniac on the loose.”
“You can’t go down there alone!” I said.
“I don’t care. I’m going down there. It will be safer. I don’t feel right. It just doesn’t feel right.”
I stared down into the palms of my hands. Maybe it would be a good idea to stay there. I mean, it would only be one night. We could bring our things with us and get a ride to the bus station with the police in the morning. It seemed like a good idea, at the time. I decided to try it out with Aubrey. I wasn’t about to let one of my friends walk out into the cold night alone with a potential maniac on the loose. I got up and headed back into the living room. Aubrey was still staring at the T.V.
“Um, Aubrey…” I said.
She shook her head and broke her trance-stare. She turned around to look at me.
“Look. I think maybe Laura is right. Maybe we should go down to the police. It would only be for one night, and we could bring our stuff with us. They could give us a ride to the bus station in the morning.” I couldn’t believe she let me finish my sentence.
“Eh… I guess you guys are probably right.” She got off the couch. “I just hope we can make it to the police alive.” She laughed a little and headed into the bedroom.
“Heh heh, alive, right.” I said.
I looked into the T.V. The news reporter was sweating and there was a picture of a man I had never seen before behind him. It must have been the maniac. I headed back into the bedroom once I decided I couldn’t take anymore of it. But when I got there I only found Aubrey with a strange look on her face. Her mouth was hanging open slightly and her hands were clenching into fists.
“Aubrey? Are… you okay? Where’s Laura?” I asked.
She hesitated slightly, and then pointed to an open window. “She… she… she was climbing out when I got in here. I tried to stop her. When she got out I heard her scream. It sounded like she dropped something too.”
I looked at Aubrey, and then I looked to the window. I walked over to it and stood on the desk to peer outside into the cold night. The moon must have been full, because I could see pretty well. I looked to the ground and saw Laura’s bag lying a few feet away from the cabin. But she was nowhere to be seen. Upon further investigation, I saw her footprints around the bag. No, wait, two pairs of footprints. They were distinctly different. Laura’s were small; the others were definitely bigger.
They started out apart, and then came closer together. It looked like they had some sort of struggle, then they both ran away in opposite directions.
I turned back to Aubrey and reported what I saw. She didn’t say anything, but it looked like she was trying to say, “Killer.”
Then she ran over to the desk and opened a drawer. She pulled out two flashlights and threw one to me. She then dashed over to the closet and grabbed our coats. She again, threw mine to me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“We should go after her! Poor Laura is crazy with panic, she won’t survive out there for a second,” she replied.
“But we don’t know where she is. The maniac could walk right over to us while we’re trying to find her. Who knows, maybe he’s already… finished her off…” I said. I can’t believe I said it. But I said it.
Aubrey shot me a look of concern. “Maybe we should come up with some sort of plan first,” and she walked into the living room and sat on the couch once again.
“Yeah…” I said.
Suddenly I heard a noise outside. Some crazy hacking laughter. But only for a second, then it stopped.
“An-Annie… Did you hear that?” said Aubrey.
“Ye - ”
Whatever it was laughed again. Then something slammed against the side of the cabin. The T.V. turned off and the clock fell to the floor.
We both let out a scream and ran to the wall opposite where we heard the ‘slam.’ There was another, harder slam. We heard footsteps running toward the door. The doorknob jiggled. Someone was trying to get in. They were yelling incoherently. But I thought I heard “Be prepared…”
Aubrey started breathing loudly. She said in a whisper, “Maniac.”
I looked at her and replied in a whisper, “What should we do?”
Aubrey glanced around the room. There were two ski poles attached to the left wall of our cabin for decoration. She walked over to them slowly, but kept close to the wall. I stayed glued to the wall also. She grabbed them both and detached them carefully, as not to make noise and let the killer know we were in there. She slowly made her way back over to me, staying close to the wall still. She handed me a ski pole.
“To defend ourselves,” she said in a whisper.
“Are you suggesting we fight that guy? They said he was armed and dangerous!”
“I’m just taking a precaution. Grab your flashlight and put on your coat-”
The pounding on the side of the cabin, the rattling of the doorknob, the deranged shouting of the maniac; they were all getting louder. We grabbed our flashlights and put on our coats. Aubrey looked around the cabin again, and then into the bedroom.
She said in a whisper, “The window… Let’s climb out quietly and go to the police. Then we can look for Laura.”
I nodded and we both headed into the bedroom. The doorknob was now shaking violently, and the maniac was pounding on the door. We walked over to the window.
“Are you sure?” I whispered to Aubrey.
“It’s the only thing we can do. Unless you’ve thought of something better.” She replied.
“Nope.” I said.
I climbed on top of the desk and proceeded to try and find a way out of the window. I stuck one leg over, then the other, and then I jumped to the ground, trying to land softly so the maniac wouldn’t hear (but he probably couldn’t have over all the noise he was making).
I walked over to Laura’s bag and examined the footsteps more closely. Aubrey descended from the window and was now next to me.
“Let’s see… the Police Station is…” she pointed toward my right, “That way… right?”
“Yeah… I think so.” I said.
Aubrey took one last look around and headed off into the trees. I followed closely.
“Why are we going into the trees?” I asked trying to dodge low branches.
“So the maniac can’t see us. We have to pass by the front of the house.”
“Oh. Good plan.”
I carried my flashlight in one hand and my ski pole in the other. Aubrey stopped when we arrived to the front of our cabin. We could see the maniac trying to pry open the door that we weren’t behind anymore. We couldn’t make him out too well, so Aubrey took a chance and slowly tried to shine her flashlight on him.
“Be careful! He might see!” I said in a whisper.
“I know, I know…” she replied.
She aimed the light toward the ground and slowly moved it up to the maniac. I made sure to hide behind a large tree so I was clearly out of view, but I could still see what was happening. When the light hit the maniac, he was facing the door. He looked just like the man that was in the picture behind the news reporter. He was fumbling with a crowbar trying to pry open the door.
“He was the guy in that picture!” I said forgetting to whisper this time.
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“Annie,” Aubrey called to me, “Annie, wake up!” She shook me by my shoulders.
“Huh?” I guess I was dozing off…
“Do you want some hot chocolate?” Aubrey asked. The tone in her voice was a little weird. Perhaps she was worried about me.
“Um… okay,” I replied. It was pretty cold.
She handed me a steaming hot, freshly made cup of hot chocolate. You see, it was winter break, or more actually, the week before Christmas. My friends and I were staying in a cabin up in the mountains for a week. It just snowed the other night. As Aubrey walked past me to sit with Laura in front of the T.V., I gazed out once again through the window. Even though it was night, people were skiing. The mountain we were staying at had night skiing available. The fresh powder was always nice to ski on.
We lucked out - our cabin was pretty nice. I tore my eyes away from the window and started to head to the T.V. It was your basic log cabin. We all slept in the same small room. It contained three beds, a desk, a candle, and a radio. In the living room area there was a couch, one chair, a hand-knit rug, and a T.V. We didn’t have great lighting, only candles and a few lamps. During the day the cabin was always nicely lit. Laura had brought, along with a big suitcase, about 20 packs of hot chocolate with her.
Well anyway, it was a night like any other really. We were all just sitting down to T.V. when a strange bulletin interrupted Gilligan’s Island (It looked like they were finally going to get off that stupid island too).
“We are sorry to interrupt your program, but there is an urgent news update!” shouted the announcer. He had a frightened tone to his voice. “A convict has escaped from prison and was last seen heading into the mountains nearby. Many say he is insane… and armed. Please call the police, I repeat, please call the police if you have any information.”
The T.V. flickered back to Gilligan’s Island once more. Looks like Gilligan messed up again.
“Wh… what was that all about?” asked Laura, her voice was shaky.
Aubrey tossed her head back and started laughing. “Oooh, It’s just some maniac who escaped from prison. And he’s coming this way!” With that, she jumped over to Laura and acted like she was going to cut her head off.
Laura screamed and jumped on the couch. I laughed as she clutched a pillow to her chest and looked out the window as if she was waiting for the maniac to burst through it any minute.
Meanwhile, Aubrey had fallen to the floor in laughter. She was rolling around.
“This isn’t totally funny you guys. What if they’re telling the truth? What if the maniac IS right out the window?” I said in a serious tone.
We all glanced out the window quickly. Aubrey turned around and sat on her knees. She was suddenly very serious. “Look, were leaving tomorrow. Lets lock all the doors and windows; just to be safe. We’ll stick together. I’m sure we’ll be okay.”
Well… she was wrong. We locked all the doors and windows and went back to the T.V. By the third episode of Gilligan’s Island, we had forgotten about the “maniac.” What we didn’t know was that he was about to remind us.
About halfway into Gilligan’s Island, our doorbell rang. Laura screamed, and we all jumped.
“Do… you… think it’s the maniac?” asked Laura.
“Well how bout you open the door and find out?” said Aubrey.
“Nooooo way! YOU open!” said Laura, clutching her pillow ever closer.
The doorbell rang again. I walked over to it. “Well, someone’s got to open it.” I grabbed the knob and turned it slowly. I peeked through a small opening to the outside. No one was there. I gave a sigh of relief.
“Oh, you two are being silly. It’s probably just little kids, or something.” I said.
I opened the door all the way and screamed in horror at what I saw.
“What! What!” yelled Laura. She was scrunched up against the back of the couch.
“What is it?” asked Aubrey calmly.
“It’s a…” I looked at the ground to see letters written in blood. “…Message… written in-”
“-Crayon.” Aubrey finished for me. “Some loser who can’t get a date is just trying to scare us.” She threw a red crayon that was sitting on the small porch into the fire.
“Wh… what does it say?” asked Laura in a breathless voice.
Aubrey had settled next to Laura on the couch. She looked like she was thinking. I turned back to the message written on the ground. I read it out loud: “You must leave now, if you wish to see daylight again. Or else, if you don’t, be prepared.”
“Be… prepared for what?” asked Laura.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t say. But it does have some numbers written after the message.” I replied.
“What are they?” asked Aubrey.
I looked down again. They were scribbled hastily after the message. I bent down to get a better look.
“12-9-66-2,” I said.
Aubrey and Laura were suddenly next to me.
“Looks weird. Like a combination or something.” Aubrey said, examining the numbers.
“Tooo… what?” asked Laura.
“I dunno. I guess it doesn’t really matter.” She glanced toward the clock that was sitting next to the T.V. “It’s getting late you guys. Maybe we should go to sleep. We’ll be out of here tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Good idea,” I said.
“N-n-noooo way!” gasped Laura, “We can’t go to sleep under these conditions!”
“Oh Laura…” said Aubrey.
“No way! I’m going to the police station down the mountain! It will be safe there! They said he was in the mountains! Look around! WE’RE IN THE MOUNTAINS!” Laura yelled.
“Laura-“
“No! This is way to scary. I’m going down there! Even if I have to go alone!”
“Suit yourself,” said Aubrey, and she turned to the couch. She switched the channel over to the news. There was a piece going on about the maniac. “But if you’re out there and the maniac gets you, don’t come crying to me.”
Laura looked more scared than ever. She gave Aubrey a bad look, which she didn’t see. Her eyes were glued to the T.V. She then turned to me.
“Annie… oh Annie… come with me please! It will be much safer there! Who needs angry ol’ Aubrey anyway? Come on! We can’t stay here!” she said.
“Laura, we can’t just leave her here. If the maniac IS real, she won’t be safe. Either we ALL head to the police station, or we ALL stay here.” I responded.
Laura sighed, and with one last frustrated “Oh!” she slouched into the chair by the fire and stared into the T.V. muttering to her self.
I closed the door, but not without glancing at the numbers again. I memorized them.
12-9-66-2. Somehow, it just seemed to be important. With those numbers I felt some sort of safety. For a moment, things seemed like they were going to be okay. I sighed, and turned to the window once again. It was snowing slightly. It looked like skiers were going on their last runs. Somehow they must have heard about the maniac and were heading back to their cars and cabins to be safe.
I turned back to my friends to notice one of them was gone. I looked around and saw Laura in the bedroom. Aubrey was still glancing into the T.V. with a trance-like stare. I decided not to bother her right now, and headed into the bedroom. Laura was dashing around in some sort of panic. I jumped into my bed and sat watching her. She was grabbing things from her bed and the closet and was shoving them back into her bag.
“Um, Laura, what are you doing?” I asked.
She must not have realized I was there because she jumped a little.
“I don’t care what you say,” her voice was serious, in almost a scary way, “I’m going down to the police station. I don’t feel safe here with a maniac on the loose.”
“You can’t go down there alone!” I said.
“I don’t care. I’m going down there. It will be safer. I don’t feel right. It just doesn’t feel right.”
I stared down into the palms of my hands. Maybe it would be a good idea to stay there. I mean, it would only be one night. We could bring our things with us and get a ride to the bus station with the police in the morning. It seemed like a good idea, at the time. I decided to try it out with Aubrey. I wasn’t about to let one of my friends walk out into the cold night alone with a potential maniac on the loose. I got up and headed back into the living room. Aubrey was still staring at the T.V.
“Um, Aubrey…” I said.
She shook her head and broke her trance-stare. She turned around to look at me.
“Look. I think maybe Laura is right. Maybe we should go down to the police. It would only be for one night, and we could bring our stuff with us. They could give us a ride to the bus station in the morning.” I couldn’t believe she let me finish my sentence.
“Eh… I guess you guys are probably right.” She got off the couch. “I just hope we can make it to the police alive.” She laughed a little and headed into the bedroom.
“Heh heh, alive, right.” I said.
I looked into the T.V. The news reporter was sweating and there was a picture of a man I had never seen before behind him. It must have been the maniac. I headed back into the bedroom once I decided I couldn’t take anymore of it. But when I got there I only found Aubrey with a strange look on her face. Her mouth was hanging open slightly and her hands were clenching into fists.
“Aubrey? Are… you okay? Where’s Laura?” I asked.
She hesitated slightly, and then pointed to an open window. “She… she… she was climbing out when I got in here. I tried to stop her. When she got out I heard her scream. It sounded like she dropped something too.”
I looked at Aubrey, and then I looked to the window. I walked over to it and stood on the desk to peer outside into the cold night. The moon must have been full, because I could see pretty well. I looked to the ground and saw Laura’s bag lying a few feet away from the cabin. But she was nowhere to be seen. Upon further investigation, I saw her footprints around the bag. No, wait, two pairs of footprints. They were distinctly different. Laura’s were small; the others were definitely bigger.
They started out apart, and then came closer together. It looked like they had some sort of struggle, then they both ran away in opposite directions.
I turned back to Aubrey and reported what I saw. She didn’t say anything, but it looked like she was trying to say, “Killer.”
Then she ran over to the desk and opened a drawer. She pulled out two flashlights and threw one to me. She then dashed over to the closet and grabbed our coats. She again, threw mine to me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“We should go after her! Poor Laura is crazy with panic, she won’t survive out there for a second,” she replied.
“But we don’t know where she is. The maniac could walk right over to us while we’re trying to find her. Who knows, maybe he’s already… finished her off…” I said. I can’t believe I said it. But I said it.
Aubrey shot me a look of concern. “Maybe we should come up with some sort of plan first,” and she walked into the living room and sat on the couch once again.
“Yeah…” I said.
Suddenly I heard a noise outside. Some crazy hacking laughter. But only for a second, then it stopped.
“An-Annie… Did you hear that?” said Aubrey.
“Ye - ”
Whatever it was laughed again. Then something slammed against the side of the cabin. The T.V. turned off and the clock fell to the floor.
We both let out a scream and ran to the wall opposite where we heard the ‘slam.’ There was another, harder slam. We heard footsteps running toward the door. The doorknob jiggled. Someone was trying to get in. They were yelling incoherently. But I thought I heard “Be prepared…”
Aubrey started breathing loudly. She said in a whisper, “Maniac.”
I looked at her and replied in a whisper, “What should we do?”
Aubrey glanced around the room. There were two ski poles attached to the left wall of our cabin for decoration. She walked over to them slowly, but kept close to the wall. I stayed glued to the wall also. She grabbed them both and detached them carefully, as not to make noise and let the killer know we were in there. She slowly made her way back over to me, staying close to the wall still. She handed me a ski pole.
“To defend ourselves,” she said in a whisper.
“Are you suggesting we fight that guy? They said he was armed and dangerous!”
“I’m just taking a precaution. Grab your flashlight and put on your coat-”
The pounding on the side of the cabin, the rattling of the doorknob, the deranged shouting of the maniac; they were all getting louder. We grabbed our flashlights and put on our coats. Aubrey looked around the cabin again, and then into the bedroom.
She said in a whisper, “The window… Let’s climb out quietly and go to the police. Then we can look for Laura.”
I nodded and we both headed into the bedroom. The doorknob was now shaking violently, and the maniac was pounding on the door. We walked over to the window.
“Are you sure?” I whispered to Aubrey.
“It’s the only thing we can do. Unless you’ve thought of something better.” She replied.
“Nope.” I said.
I climbed on top of the desk and proceeded to try and find a way out of the window. I stuck one leg over, then the other, and then I jumped to the ground, trying to land softly so the maniac wouldn’t hear (but he probably couldn’t have over all the noise he was making).
I walked over to Laura’s bag and examined the footsteps more closely. Aubrey descended from the window and was now next to me.
“Let’s see… the Police Station is…” she pointed toward my right, “That way… right?”
“Yeah… I think so.” I said.
Aubrey took one last look around and headed off into the trees. I followed closely.
“Why are we going into the trees?” I asked trying to dodge low branches.
“So the maniac can’t see us. We have to pass by the front of the house.”
“Oh. Good plan.”
I carried my flashlight in one hand and my ski pole in the other. Aubrey stopped when we arrived to the front of our cabin. We could see the maniac trying to pry open the door that we weren’t behind anymore. We couldn’t make him out too well, so Aubrey took a chance and slowly tried to shine her flashlight on him.
“Be careful! He might see!” I said in a whisper.
“I know, I know…” she replied.
She aimed the light toward the ground and slowly moved it up to the maniac. I made sure to hide behind a large tree so I was clearly out of view, but I could still see what was happening. When the light hit the maniac, he was facing the door. He looked just like the man that was in the picture behind the news reporter. He was fumbling with a crowbar trying to pry open the door.
“He was the guy in that picture!” I said forgetting to whisper this time.
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