The blinds give way easily, tearing from the wall in a tangle of thin wood and string. The window is another matter and it resists your frenzied attempts at opening it. Behind you there are sounds as the terrible trio move calmly up the hall, from the sound they are at the doorway of the darkroom. "Hmmm, a screamer....that is nice...but no-where to run little girl. No way out so go on and pick the room you want us to film in. It's only fair to grant you that. By the sounds they are in the hall, pausing a moment.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=21822.msg891516#msg891516">Quote from: coglio001 on 22-10-2008, 06:36:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rene couldn't breath. She was too terrified to even scream, her mouth gaping in horror, eyes refusing to blink. She could not conceive of what she saw in the room, the creatures that lived though it was impossible. Her paralysis lasted only a second or two, but it seemed like she stared at the monstrosities for an hour.<br/><br/>The wailing she suddenly heard was her own voice, a primal scream that tore itself from some place deeper than her lungs.<br/><br/>Rene turned and ran, fleeing back into the room from where this started. She nearly collided with the window, tearing at the blinds and clawing at the pane as she desperately sought to open it and escape.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>