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pounded the side of the house with both fists and screamed up at the window. Then he stumbled back, his head swinging wildly from side to side, his unfocused eyes searching the house for a way in.
Sarah gasped, horrified, as she realized she had never done as Paul asked.
“The door isn’t locked!” she cried.
Lani cowered on the couch and shouted, “Lock it!”
Just then the jogger slammed his full weight against the front door, pounding manically against the wood with his fists. Terrified, Sarah scrambled for the door, leaving Lani screaming on the couch. She braced one foot against the wall and shoved her shoulder against the door, feeling it shudder under the force of the jogger’s body on the other side. She slammed the deadbolt into place and wrapped her hands around the knob. He was hurling himself into the door again and again, and Sarah heard the frame crack near the lock. He snarled ferociously, as if he knew the door would give way.
Looking over her shoulder, Sarah yelled, “Lani! We need to brace it!”
The larger girl was a huddled mass in the corner of the couch, screaming every time she heard the crash of the jogger slamming into the door.
“Lani!”
A sob escaped Lani’s throat as she finally hoisted herself up from the couch and ran toward Sarah, collapsing against the door; it shook once more under the jogger’s weight. Lani shrieked, and Sarah sucked in a quick breath, holding it as she waited for the next devastating impact. It would only take a few more like the last one to break the lock through the jamb. Outside, the jogger growled quietly, his sneakers squeaking softly as he paced along the front porch. Finally, miraculously, Sarah heard him pad down the steps and out onto the gravel, heading away down the driveway, his snarls and ranting trailing behind him. They waited for a moment before taking a few steps back, and tears began to well in Sarah’s eyes.
“Holy crap,” she breathed, and began looking for her phone.
“Who was that?” Lani whimpered.
She scooped her phone up off the ground and dialed 911; her limbs were beginning to feel prickly from the adrenaline, and she was finding it difficult to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor. A busy tone sounded in her ear, and she whispered, “Dang it.”
Lani was watching her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?” she murmured.
Holding up the phone, she answered, “Nine-one-one is busy,” and dialed again.
“I heard that happens a lot with cell phones. Someone told me that it’s easier to get through on a landline for some reason,” Lani offered, her voice shaking.
After glancing out the window one last time, they headed for the kitchen phone, which hung on the wall next to the refrigerator. Sarah lifted it from the base just as Lani jumped and grabbed her arm.
“Did you hear that?” she hissed.
They stood quietly for a moment, listening; a wave of terror swept through Sarah at the sound of scuffling in the cellar, followed by muffled growls. She remembered in a sudden haze of panic: a few weeks ago, the rusted hinges on the door leading from the yard to the cellar had finally given out as Kai and her dad were storing supplies. They had decided just to set the door over the opening and fix it that weekend, and then forgotten about it. The door leading into the house was kept locked, but it was only an interior door and not as strong as the heavy wooden front door.
“Lani, I think he’s in the cellar,” she whispered. “We have to block the door.”
Her friend nodded, her eyes huge and her face pale. Looking around, Sarah decided the best option was the fridge, since it stood only a few feet from the door. They heard a muffled jabbering come from the cellar, and Sarah motioned to her friend to head for the fridge.
They had only managed to shove the fridge a foot when the cellar door exploded open and the snarling jogger tumbled into the room. Lani leaped back into the kitchen, knocking Sarah into the
Sarah gasped, horrified, as she realized she had never done as Paul asked.
“The door isn’t locked!” she cried.
Lani cowered on the couch and shouted, “Lock it!”
Just then the jogger slammed his full weight against the front door, pounding manically against the wood with his fists. Terrified, Sarah scrambled for the door, leaving Lani screaming on the couch. She braced one foot against the wall and shoved her shoulder against the door, feeling it shudder under the force of the jogger’s body on the other side. She slammed the deadbolt into place and wrapped her hands around the knob. He was hurling himself into the door again and again, and Sarah heard the frame crack near the lock. He snarled ferociously, as if he knew the door would give way.
Looking over her shoulder, Sarah yelled, “Lani! We need to brace it!”
The larger girl was a huddled mass in the corner of the couch, screaming every time she heard the crash of the jogger slamming into the door.
“Lani!”
A sob escaped Lani’s throat as she finally hoisted herself up from the couch and ran toward Sarah, collapsing against the door; it shook once more under the jogger’s weight. Lani shrieked, and Sarah sucked in a quick breath, holding it as she waited for the next devastating impact. It would only take a few more like the last one to break the lock through the jamb. Outside, the jogger growled quietly, his sneakers squeaking softly as he paced along the front porch. Finally, miraculously, Sarah heard him pad down the steps and out onto the gravel, heading away down the driveway, his snarls and ranting trailing behind him. They waited for a moment before taking a few steps back, and tears began to well in Sarah’s eyes.
“Holy crap,” she breathed, and began looking for her phone.
“Who was that?” Lani whimpered.
She scooped her phone up off the ground and dialed 911; her limbs were beginning to feel prickly from the adrenaline, and she was finding it difficult to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor. A busy tone sounded in her ear, and she whispered, “Dang it.”
Lani was watching her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?” she murmured.
Holding up the phone, she answered, “Nine-one-one is busy,” and dialed again.
“I heard that happens a lot with cell phones. Someone told me that it’s easier to get through on a landline for some reason,” Lani offered, her voice shaking.
After glancing out the window one last time, they headed for the kitchen phone, which hung on the wall next to the refrigerator. Sarah lifted it from the base just as Lani jumped and grabbed her arm.
“Did you hear that?” she hissed.
They stood quietly for a moment, listening; a wave of terror swept through Sarah at the sound of scuffling in the cellar, followed by muffled growls. She remembered in a sudden haze of panic: a few weeks ago, the rusted hinges on the door leading from the yard to the cellar had finally given out as Kai and her dad were storing supplies. They had decided just to set the door over the opening and fix it that weekend, and then forgotten about it. The door leading into the house was kept locked, but it was only an interior door and not as strong as the heavy wooden front door.
“Lani, I think he’s in the cellar,” she whispered. “We have to block the door.”
Her friend nodded, her eyes huge and her face pale. Looking around, Sarah decided the best option was the fridge, since it stood only a few feet from the door. They heard a muffled jabbering come from the cellar, and Sarah motioned to her friend to head for the fridge.
They had only managed to shove the fridge a foot when the cellar door exploded open and the snarling jogger tumbled into the room. Lani leaped back into the kitchen, knocking Sarah into the
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