As I approached, someone grabbed me from behind. I was already nervous so I instantly screamed, but it was muffled... his hand was covering my mouth. I couldn't turn my head to see what the perp looked like because he held me with his arm clamped around my forehead and against his armpit. It smelled of Old Spice deodorant, and I could tell just by the feel of it that he was wearing a suit. Who were these people?
"You can't kill me!" I tried to yell into his hand, but it was no use. Before I knew it, I was being dragged down the walk and around the corner. This was a nice neighborhood, where was everyone? Why wasn't somebody standing outside watering their grass and witnessing this so they could call the police? Stupid urban people.
The man kicked open the cellar door with a shiny black shoe and threw me in. I fell several feet and landed on a dirt floor. The door slammed shut above my head before I could see what the man looked like and everything was dark around me. I was surrounded by the overpowering scent of stale dead things (or what I imagined stale dead things might smell like) and the faint aroma of turpentine, or something like that. Maybe gasoline.
And that's when a light came on in the distance.
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