Rusty Quill presents

Written by K.C. Willand

After searching for half an hour, Michael finally found the perfect place as he called it.

From the front it didn't look like a very big house, but when we got close I could see how deep it went.

The house was built against a cliff. It wasn't one story like I'd thought, but the first floor was actually the top and each floor below went further down the cliff side.

The last and bottom floor opened up onto the beach.

We drove up the driveway at the sky glowed a dark blue.

The sun had already set 20 minutes ago, and it was starting to get dark.

Wow, this is nice. I've never been to a house like this before.

Hey, hey, hey, keep it down. At least we get inside.

Stay behind me here, Kelly. You take the rifle. Pegs only need the pistol.

But what do I?

We only got two. This isn't the time. You can grab my bag.

Gee, thanks.

There's a stun gun inside it. It's better than nothing.

Remember, let me fire. This won't be as loud.

Then you go first.

It's unlocked.

What does that mean?

It means someone might be home.

A little lighter on your feet, girl.

Sorry.

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