I Went With My Best Friend To Our Childhood Hangout Spot, And We Really Should Have Just Stayed Home

Before his words could sink in, Daniel pushed me towards the approaching fire and was back out the door before I could turn around to catch a glimpse of him. I ran up to the door, tried to open it, but he must have managed to lock it tightly from the outside.

I scrambled around, looking for other ways to get out, but had no options, the only windows were in the back of The Shack where the fire was blazing, there was no getting through the fire alive and I couldn’t find any kind of axe or anything to break down the walls. Daniel had truly created a test, the only way I was getting out alive was if Jeremy was out there and came back to rescue me.

The heat from the flames quickly becoming almost unbearable, I went back to the door and tried to do whatever I could with my own body weight to open it up, but didn’t have even the slightest bit of luck and the flames kept getting closer and closer. I tried and tried until my energy reserves were empty and I fell down upon the ground with my back to the door and watched the flames keep dancing towards me.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t need to watch what was going to happen to me. I was already running out of breath.

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Jack Follman

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