She looked around frantically, holding tight in her arms the one that she loved, knowing that there was no way that they would be able to escape.
Mr. Pearson was a quiet old man who had a big belly that hung out, and he always wore suspenders with a plaid shirt. He lived a lonesome life in a small suburban home because his loving wife had disappeared a few years earlier. With no traces of what happened to her, he was left tending the house alone.
A teenaged girl named Emma lived on the same road as Mr. Pearson. She had long flowing brown hair and hazel eyes. She lived in an outsized blue house with her mother and father. Emma once had a sibling, but was now an only child because her sister had gone missing a few years ago and the police had not been able to find her. Emma visited Mr. Person a lot; she loved hearing his thrilling traveling adventures with his wife until her disappearance. They would sit on his creaky old porch for hours talking over tea and cookies. They were each other’s only company.
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Pearson. He always felt lonely this time of the year because it was his wife’s favorite holiday. Emma walked up like usual to his porch with the glowing full moon hanging over her head, but Mr. Pearson was nowhere to be seen on the porch. She heard a loud bang inside and thought that he had fallen. She picked up a rock and smashed it into the window and climbed through it. There she found him hanging from the curtain rod. She grabbed the chair and got scissors out of the kitchen drawer and quickly cut him down. He was conscious and slowly breathing. She guided him to the couch and sat him down. She hastily picked up the phone, but there was no line connected and she had left her cell at home. She decided to stay and wait with him since he seemed to be ok. He quickly became alert and sat up