The light flicked and she looked up at them in horror. All of them were turned on at once and then shut off. Why—what in the world was this ghost in a playful mood for?
Could it not just kill and get away with it?
She had seen the stairs when the lights were on so she ran to them but didn't expect to be running in a side table and falling.
A hand clamped on her Ankle and she is screamed.
"Let go!" She yelled and tried to get it off of her. She screamed as the fingernails dipped into her skin. She yanked her foot back but it didn't let go. Tears ran down her cheeks in fear as she thought that she thought that she was going to die tonight. She was sure of it. The whole incident was giving off killing vibes.
Kicking its hands off of her foot and then yanking her foot away, she tried her all desperate any amateur attempts to get away from it. She was not thinking through and all she thought was just get away without any concrete planning.
