Chapter Fifty-five

“This is crazy,” said Rachel. “What started the fire?”

“I don’t know but it started from the kitchen,” replied Taylor. “Look, we will get into all of that later, but right now, we need to get out of here fast.”

He opened one of the windows and looked down to see where they would land if they managed to jump down. Taylor heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the window opened to Rosemary’s flower garden.

“I guess we’ll have some soft landing down there even if it means killing some of Rosemary’s precious flowers,” he said. “We can tie some bedsheets together and fasten it to the bedpost and then we use it as a rope to get us down.”

Elaine was already on it, ripping the bedsheet off the mattress and twisting it to form a rope, while Taylor rummaged through Rosemary’s wardrobe to find another bedsheet to link with it. Once the bedsheets were tied together and secured to the bedpost, Elaine climbed out through the window while holding onto their makeshift escape rope, and she let herse