[ The wendigo crashes through the door, tearing it apart like a strip of paper rather than something sturdy. As it lands on the floor, Ashley stiffens, all of the muscles in her tightening to the point of a minor ache. She wants to run, to scream, to call for help, but she knows at this point it'll just make things worse.
She'll die if she does anything.
The closet door clatters to the floor, and Ash would feel some amount of relief in her hiding spot if the creature didn't linger. As it rounds back towards the bed, she's almost certain it will discover her. It's only a matter of time.
It hops onto the bed suddenly, and the shriek it releases stops her heart, new fear and adrenaline flooding her system. She grinds her teeth together to keep a sob from escaping her, pressing her fingers into her face until it physically hurts. There's no escape.
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She'll die if she does anything.
The closet door clatters to the floor, and Ash would feel some amount of relief in her hiding spot if the creature didn't linger. As it rounds back towards the bed, she's almost certain it will discover her. It's only a matter of time.
It hops onto the bed suddenly, and the shriek it releases stops her heart, new fear and adrenaline flooding her system. She grinds her teeth together to keep a sob from escaping her, pressing her fingers into her face until it physically hurts. There's no escape.
How long can she wait under here? ]