You turn to the door and try with your hardest strength to break it down. You ram into it, making a dent in the door. You back up and ram into the door again, making a bigger dent. Now you start kicking at the dent. It's starting to thin out and you might be able to climb through the small hole you're making. You ram into the door one last time and rather than having to crawl, the door collapses. You fall onto the door but quickly pull yourself up. Ahead is a forest. You can make a run for it, and so you do.
One Week Later
You made it back home and burned the clothes you wore that night and the next day you had watched the news to discover that your friend Tom would be going to court, and that they found finger prints belonging to another suspect. It was now a week later. Nothing had happened to you since and so far life had been treating you just fine.
Suddenly, you get a knock on your door. You look through the peep whole to find two cops outside your door. You instantly know what this means. You enter your garage and grab rope from a crate next to your canned food supply. You enter the kitchen and grab a chair. You push the table aside and tie the rope to the chandelier. You turn to the door in remorse. You put the rope around your neck...
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