CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: Dorothy

Dorothy was sitting in the middle of the dark room, unconscious.

Lulu moved closer and hid behind me but her eyes were still peeking over my shoulder. She was hooked despite the fear that was consuming her. Mandy did the same to my other side. Amara wrapped her arms around mine and squeezed herself to me. Amanda did the same to my opposite side. I was like their human blanket or pillow they use every time they watch a horror movie.

They all pressed against me more when Dorothy moved. She was awake. She looked around in total confusion. She ran around banging the walls and doors looking for possible exits. The camera was a pair of eyes following her movement and she didn’t seem to notice it.

She stayed paranoid while trying to break free. In this type of situation, you have to keep calm in order to think right. In her case, she was like scooping a broth with a fork.

“Dorothy...” a voice behind the camera called. It was sweet and playful yet creepy. It gave me goosebumps all over.

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