"You've Gotta Help Me!"
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Thread Topic: "You've Gotta Help Me!"
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The girl jolted, hearing the doorbell ring. She glanced at the clock. Midnight. Who the Hell could that be, at this time of night? she pondered. She lifted herself off of the couch and, cautiously, made her way down the hall. "Hello?" she called.
"Please..." the voice of a complete stranger begged. The voice of a young man. "Please, you---you've gotta help me!" So many inquiries entered her mind.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter! You've gotta help me! Please, for God's sakes, help me! They're coming to get me! For the love of God, YOU'VE GOTTA HELP ME!!!" the strange young man pounded desperately on the front door. The girl knew she had to help. Whoever they were, they obviously planned on doing horrific things to this innocent man.
"Okay! Okay, I'll help you!" she agreed, forcing the door open. Tears of terror and frustration streamed down the man's pale face. His curly blonde hair was matted was perspiration. His brown eyes were wide and frightened, like that of a rabbit caught in headlights. She ushered him inside, then closed the door, locking it firmly. "There. You should be safe. Now, are you planning on telling me what's going----" she turned to face him, but was faced with a nasty shock. The man withdrew a switchblade from his pocket. His mouth contorted into a malicious leer. His eyes flashed with murderous anticipation. He snatched her arm and pulled her towards him, until their noses were almost touching. He then pushed the blade against her throat.
"Thanks for the help..." he hissed. Last thing she ever heard...
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Okay.
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Yeah, I'll admit, I've written better (according to others, that is). This was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.
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Oh. Not much scares me, but it was well written.
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Why, thank you.:)
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You're welcome. :)
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Creepy... In a good way lol
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Well, thanks! ^-^
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Good
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