**NOTE** This is an alternate ending, you as the reader can choose either of the two endings that you feel is better or what fate you want to befall the main character. I hope you have enjoyed my first foray into horror. Please leave any feedback you think might be useful because I would like to something similar again.**NOTE**
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You assume the door leads to the basement and you know that would be a death trap with no way out. You look back at the creature that is just about to its feet and you make your decision. Charging it you hope to knock it off balance, you ignore the pain in your ankle and the nagging in your mind that this is a bad idea. You push against the creature, it feels soft and dry and one of your fingers breaks the skin and slips between two ribs. The creature headed for the floor its stare unmoving and its arms slowly trying to grasp at you.
With a thump it hits the floor but you don’t give it another look as you turn and prepare to climb the stairs. Just as you are about to step onto the first step your foot catches something and you fall forward. Twisting and looking back you see the creature has its dead grip on your foot. At first you try to kick it off but after two attempts you hear breaking glass coming from the kitchen. You reach down and quickly untie your shoe and try to pull yourself up the stairs. Struggling to crawl up the stairs your shoe slowly loosens and finally slips off leaving your free to scrambling up the stairs on all fours.
Upon reaching the top you look back down to see your sock half off and the creature attempting to climb up after you. You get back on your feet and enter the door of the room that you had used to reenter the house after your first failed attempt to flee. You close the door behind you and move over to the window. You look out into the fog and hope that the dog is either still trying to get into the house or is for the better already inside. You climb out onto the roof and spread out onto your stomach. Slowly but surely you make your way to the edge until finally your can feel the gutter with your shoeless foot.
Placing your feet over the edge you move more and more of your body into nothing. Soon enough your lower half is hanging over the edge and you hear the gutter grunting in protest. You hasten your movements trying to grip the cold gutter as you transfer your entire body weight just to the strength of your arms. You swing in the air for a moment before the gutter groans and lurches forward. You panic as the gutter gives way from the house and you are left with little choice but to let go.
Bending your knees you freefall for what appears to be much longer then just a mere second. When you feel the cold wetness of the ground on your foot you curl and roll trying to lessen the pain of the impact. You roll and unfurl onto the cold damp grass breathing heavy you want to rest but you need to keep moving. You groan as you get to your feet and limp toward the fence. You grasp the fence and begin the tedious motions needed to successfully climb over, your body aching with every action.
Before long you are on the other side, you almost want to cry but you stop yourself as you turn to find your bike. You see the tree where you left it and to your relief you find it right where you left it. As you mount your bike and walk it off the grass onto the street you turn and look back at the house one last time. To your surprise there is no fog shrouding the house, you half turn before you notice the front door. It looks open from this distance but you blink and turn back as you begin to peddle your bike for home. This you tell yourself will be the last of my ghost hunting adventures.
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