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PART 2... whooppeee

She tried to turn the knob but it was locked, and the man walked toward the doorway of the kitchen toward them.
“Well, that’s too bad… it’s not often guests stay long anyway…” he sighed. “Wonder why?” He smirked as he quickly reared up a chainsaw, grinning at them.
Amanda screamed and Logan kicked the door as hard as he could, busting it off its hinges. The two ran, screaming loudly out the door and toward the yard. But where could they go? They were in the middle of nowhere, with no place to go at all. As they were looking frantically for a place to run, the psychotic man had sprinted behind Amanda and swung the chainsaw. She jumped backward JUST before it hit her, and she fell backward down the hill, toward the road. She got up to go help Logan, but before she could get up the hill, she saw the man slash Logan right down his chest, and Amanda screamed as he fell dead to the ground. Then she did the only thing she could do...


She ran!

Amanda sprinted across the dirt road, leaping a fence into the cornfield pumped so full of adrenaline and rage that she could probably run for hours. She sprinted as hard as she could deep into the field, but she was slowed by the stalks thwacking her in the face and cutting her all over. She was terrified beyond reason. The buzzing of the chainsaw was all around her, but she could not find a way out, and she feared she might never leave this field alive…
When she was almost positive that the man was right behind her, she suddenly stumbled into a clearing, with the other barn in it. Amanda dashed into the barn and closed the big doors, pulling down the wooden bar to lock it from inside, the man close behind her. She saw the man’s shadow under the door, and he turned the saw off and spoke to her.
“Open the door Amanda…heh heh heh. I’m not going to hurt you… or am I?” He said in an eerie voice.
He started the chainsaw again, and thrust it in between the doors, sawing through the wooden post from above. Amanda screamed and ran to a cabinet on the wall, thrusting open the door, looking for a weapon. Luckily she found a small axe on the back wall, and she took it and climbed the ladder into the loft. She used her cleverness and chopped the rope on one of the haybales, which the top and bottom of the barn were completely full of. She tied another rope around the bound up hay bale, and ducked behind it, waiting for the man to attack.
He finished sawing, and burst through the doors, chainsaw roaring, and ran around looking for her. She seized the moment and thrust the small hay bale off of the loft and stumbled behind it, falling into a huge pile of hay. She sat up just in time to see the bale smash into the man, flinging him hard backwards, landing on his face, and shattering the chainsaw against the wall. The hard fall he took knocked him out, and Amanda sprung up and sprinted back toward the other barn, where she was sure there was a car.
As she reached the barn, she stepped on the creaky boards and saw a long, sharp machete shoot through the keyhole of the doors, stopping not an inch from her face. She heard a noise, and then a voice.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha… You thought you could get away from me with my truck. Everyone always goes for the truck in the end, but I ALWAYS get them before they can get it. Don’t you understand yet? Nobody gets away from me… ever!” said the man’s voice from inside.
As Amanda began to break down, losing all hope, she heard a clicking sound, and the a reeaaarrrrrr like noise, and she realized that this was a trap… That was a recording to scare people, and it worked every time! And then the machete shot back through the keyhole, and without another shot she smashed the lock open with the axe she had, thrusting open the doors, noticing a device on the door that must have held the knife ready to shoot through the hole, but what startled her was that the machete was gone. Almost out of nowhere the man attacked her, tackling her to the ground, trying to slice her with the machete he took from the machine. She kicked his knee, and he let out a howl as she rolled over and got up, kicking him hard in the ribs before running into the garage, pulling off the tarp, gasping in delight at the nice looking truck in the garage. She also noticed that the keys were right there in the ignition. She flung open the door, and climbed in. The man Slashed through the passenger window, then dashed around and bashed through the driver side, grabbing for her, and wrapping his fingers around her throat, trying to choke her, but she had already started the engine, and she slammed on the gas. He fell from the door, crying out in pain at he fell on his arm. She drove extremely fast down the hill, sharply curved onto the road, narrowly missing the deadly ditch, and sped off down the road. The man somehow caught up and jumped into her path, hurling the machete at her. She ducked as the point of it shot into the headrest. Amanda hardly realized what was about to happen, and the man realized his error as Amanda felt a heavy thump from beneath her. She knew what she had done, and she felt a lot safer as she sped as fast as the truck could go down the road… hoping for a town or a human SOMEWHERE…
The man casually stood up, dusted himself off, and walked toward the house, mysteriously not seriously damaged. He stumbled into the kitchen, wiped the blood off his face, wrapped up his cuts, and sighed as he massaged his hurt knee. Just then he heard the sound of a car, and he looked outside, and, to his delight, an SUV with three teenagers in it was driving down the road very fast, and, just like before, crashed into the lethal hole, landing upside down. He smiled and thought, a new car, and some new victims. The man walked down to the teenagers, who were slightly beaten up.
“You kids alright? Golly… that ditch is horrible on cars isn’t it? I guess you guys can spend the night if you want. But, if I do say so myself…







You don’t really have a choice…