Level 11- Run

8:00 p.m.

All hell started to break loose. Kylie and Danny set out to escape by running up the stairs. Unfortunately, one of the stairs collapsed, and he got stuck.

"HELP! I'M GONNA DIE!"

"No, you're not!"

Kylie managed to pull Danny out right before a surge of wood came crashing down upon where he got stuck.

They got out of the basement. The main floor looked even worse. To the left, the living room started flashing as pictures fell off the walls. The TV screen where the message appeared shattered, and the bathroom door flew off its hinges. In the kitchen, the cabinet doors opened and dishes flew out. The dining room table even flipped over.

Luckily, the front door was just up ahead, but before the two could escape, part of the roof gave way, blocking the exit.

"ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!" Kylie screamed.

At that point, a window shattered on its own. Kylie and Danny took this opportunity to let out the opening, being careful not to cut themselves in the process.

They got a safe distance from the house and turned around. It looked like the world's most insane Christmas light show, with everything electrical flashing. The neighbors began to get out of their houses to record the event on their phones.

Kylie and Danny managed to run off into the distance. The others were filming the residence when suddenly, three orbs flew out of the chimney and into the night sky. Those orbs were Kent, Robert, and Jennifer.

All this time, the three ghosts had been trying to warn Kylie about George Kole through the hauntings. Since Kole disappeared, their souls could now rest in peace thanks to Kylie. The neighbors were in awe and tried to comprehend what they had seen. Then, everything went silent.

Some distance away, Kylie started to feel dizzy from blood loss. Danny called 911, and ten minutes later, help arrived.

"Is Kylie gonna be OK?" Danny asked.

"She's pretty badly wounded," the paramedic said, "But I think she'll pull through, at least physically..."

THE END

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