12 should be up tomorrow, beyond that it might be sporadic or one after another but once again I am dedicated to the Halloween finale.

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Turning back to the window you know that time is limited and may be all you have left. Closing your eyes you swing the crowbar toward the window, it splinters before shattering. You feel small pieces of glass hit your hands, arms and one even nicks your cheek. Slowly opening your eyes you are greeted with a wicked grinning window, the pieces of glass left looking a lot like broken teeth.

You quickly tap each remaining piece of class knocking it out of the windowpane before you are satisfied to climb through. You shove the crowbar back into your backpack as you hear the door creak and the dresser groan. Not bothering to look back at the door you start to climb out onto the roof. The fog is still thick and your flashlight is all but useless. At first you are surprised but remember that the second floor seemed to be smaller then the first and the roof extended out around the front end of the house.

You steady yourself but the angle is harder to manage then you thought, you resort to crawling toward the edge. As you get nearer you notice that you can’t see the ground through the fog, the fall might be farther then you think. As you turn the options over in your mind you hear a noise. You tilt your head and scan the fog below, it sounded like a chain. Holding your breath you strain to hear anything in the dead silence around you. A growl rumbles up from the fog slowly and deeply. You know in your gut it’s the dog, it must be waiting for you to come down.

You curse your decision to come out here; you just trapped yourself between a dog and the thing crashing itself into the door inside. Eerily as if on cue you hear another loud thud followed by a louder snapping of wood. That door won’t hold much longer, the time has come to take your life into your hands, lie down and die or fight for survival. Looking back toward the fog you picture the dog sitting patiently, it has time that you do not. Rationalizing you try to consider your options once again, the dog is probably faster then you are dead or not. The thing behind you is an unknown but it seems slow, it doesn’t appear it can move quickly that is your best opportunity.

Knowing full well you can’t go back into the room you just left you begin to crawl back toward the house and look for another window. You recall two other rooms on this side of the house as you ran into the one where you ultimately ended up here. Moving swiftly around the corner of the second floor the two windows come into view. For a split second you let your guard down and your foot slips, unexpectedly you are now sliding to your doom. Frantically you claw at the shingles trying to desperately stop your decent. Your foot awkwardly catches the gutter and your ankle twists but it affords you the moment you need to get a grip and stop yourself from falling off the roof.

Breathing heavy and in pain you are relieved to be safe for the moment but you hear a chain dragging below. Snarling and snapping the dog is jumping up at your other foot dangling slightly over the gutter. The sound of the decaying jaw snapping together sends shivers down your spine.