Personal Narrative: House Of Dolls

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House of Dolls I felt terrified, confused, distressed, but most of all, betrayed. Why might you ask? Well, just let me tell you. I was crouching behind a colossal oak tree, scared out of my mind. It was as if my spine was made out of ice and that it could shatter at any given moment. I started to wonder if there were any indicators that could’ve lead to the conclusion that my date was a vicious psycho murderer. During the midst of that thought I heard the muffled whistle of an arrow flying through the zephyr around me. There was a faint crunch of the twigs near me as it landed only a few inches away from me. I quickly arose and began to sprint into the bellowing forest. After running for what felt like hours I concealed myself behind a shrivelled shrub. Soon after I heard the sudden footsteps of an approaching danger, I froze. Being as quiet as I could, I even held my breath. With a gasp of air, he grew closer. The noises of the soft footsteps were intensifying until there before me, the boots of an unknown assailant; thankfully it wasn’t the murderer. He stared down at me with his deep, dark, brown eyes. It felt like he was piercing through my soul. He called me by a strange name, Echo, I responded with “Echo, Why did you call me Echo?” He just replied “Do you trust me” …show more content…

Searching the kitchen and not finding the first aid kit I head to the closet to try and find it there. On first sight i find the first aid kit. I quickly run outside to Boyd, cutting the arrow head out of his back with the knife then I bandage up Boyd's wound. I helped Boyd to his feet so we could leave, as I knew the psycho hunting me would be coming to the ranger's shack anytime now. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the walkie-talkie. Then Boyd and I headed into the forrest to get as far away from the shack as

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