Trapped

Lauren is just an average girl who loves Halloween. Along with her five bestfriends... A'sauni, Belle, Marisol, Teliyah, and Pedro. Well, except for A'sauni and Pedro, they're boys. And although, they we're all too old for trick or treating, they we're all attending Teliyah's Halloween party at her house. They decided on going in a group costume for the competition. With that being said, everyone took a trip to visit the Halloween store, Spirit, at the mall. But what happens when the store closes and only Lauren and her five other bestfriends all get trapped in Spirit... OVERNIGHT? Not only are they trapped with some many freaky "props" and spooky "dolls", but what will happen when they all come to life? So called "Possessed". Will the friends make it through the night? Who will survive and who won't? (Keep reading to find out! And yes this story is for the competition. So please like and favourite. Thanks)

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12. Possessed

Hours passed since the phone call. I still remained in the closet, only vomited two times. The smell just became more revolting by the minute. I was seated on the floor by now, with my back up against the closet door. If I did have any hope before, it certainly has vanished now. I was pretty positive that the clown had already ripped apart Belle and eaten her intestines for a snack, and as goes for A'sauni, I have no idea. But what I do know is that Marisol is still out there, there was still a chance. But according to the phone call I made just a few hours ago, it sounded like Marisol was harming A'sauni, but they couldn't be right. It just made no sense. But I had to stop coming to conclusions, it won't get me anywhere. This was it for me, it wouldn't take long till I ended up like-- Ah, what the?!? My thoughts were interrupted by my fall. Someone had opened the closet door, leaving me on the floor. Just my luck, I would look up to see the clown here to finish me off. But nope. It was Marisol. She looked down at me, in silence, with a smile. Something that always made me happy, her smile. But it was different this time, I wasn't happy, I was terrified. "Oh uh... hey Marisol what's up?" I said as I began getting to my feet, but before I could actually stand, Marisol pushed me back down. I knew she was strong, but not strong enough to make me almost, if not, actually fly backwards and hit my back up against a shelf, then slide back down to the floor along with a heavy box that fell directly on my head. Something slid across the closet floor, I was guessing it came from the box. As Marisol moved closer, I backed up slowly, keeping a distance between us. Instead, I hit the wall. Marisol was just getting closer, inch by inch. There was nothing I could do now, then my eyes glanced over in the direction of her feet. Right beside her left foot, was... a gun. My emotions were mixed. One half of me thought that a gun is just what I needed, not just to kill Marisol, but also to kill the clown and any other obstacles in my way. But then there's the other half, the half that would rather have Marisol kill me, then me have to witness her death, but not just witness, but be the one to actually murder her. I would never be able to live with myself if I ever did a thing such as that. Although, it didn't seem like I had much of a choice. If I didn't kill her myself, she might just assassinate the rest of my friends. And with that, I made my decision. I looked up at Marisol one last time... got a good look. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. I still couldn't believe what I was about to do, but you've got to do what you got to do. Then, with my decision made, I looked back down at her feet. As she began inching closer, I wrapped my left hand around her left ankle and yanked her entire leg out from under her. She hit the floor almost instantaneous. I grabbed the gun and this time, I actually got to my feet. Even though, I was still very much hesitant, I aimed the gun down at Marisol, who for some reason, was still smiling. "You wouldn't." she scowled, looking up at me from the floor as she commenced to creep back into the room. This was the first time she had spoken since we first got in the store, and this surely was not Marisol. I followed her, just as before she had done with me, walking out of the closet, still aiming, not taking my eyes off of her. But then, I couldn't help my curiosity. I glanced over to the couch where, last time I knew, Belle was. Just as I had feared, Belle was gone and nowhere to be seen.

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