She
said, “I’ll go.” She didn’t know where she got her courage from, but she was
tired of being controlled by the freak who owned this house.
She
climbed the tower’s brick wall, using her hands and feet to push her body up
the wall, brick by sharp brick. The farther up she climbed…the farther away the
top of the tower seemed to be. She knew that this couldn’t be possible unless
someone was playing tricks with their minds again—like with the water that had appeared.
She
was almost at the top when she heard a booming sound coming from above. The
gate that had been lying across the top was now crashing down to one side—the
side she was hanging on to. While she held on tight, she closed her eyes and
prayed. The gate bashed against her, but she still managed to keep her footing.
She climbed back down before she got swatted like an ant against the wall.
“This
must have been the master plan all along; that we all die in this house—one by
one,” she yelled at Mike and David, who were both standing in the doorway with
their mouths hanging open. Mike’s response was simply to turn around and stomp
away. She was disgusted by this whole business and by Mike’s total lack of
sympathy. He didn’t seem to be at all concerned that she’d almost been killed.
She knew he wasn’t a real friend and couldn’t be relied upon in the future.
