He was so scared he couldn’t even bring himself to fight or plead. That was until Ellen started walking up the stairs. He tried grabbling a stair railing but found it being pulled back as Ellen shushed him and patted his back. “P- please ma’am, just let me g- go, pleaseeee!” James begged as she stopped in front of a foreboding bedroom door.
He tried turning my head while she held him over her shoulder to see what she was doing, watching as she reached above the door frame for what he thought was a key. He could feel his face turning beet-red. Combined with the warmth of his accident, he had no idea what could possibly be happening.
“Here we are,” Ellen smiled as she put the key to the lock and opened the door that hadn’t been opened for more than a few years.