You are nearly at the exit when you feel something cold wrap around
your neck and yank you to the ground. You struggle, flailing your arms
and clawing at the floor; you've made it this far, you can't give up
now. Sadly, you are no match for whoever has you and you have to give
in. This time, it's Barbra's turn to be there for you. She grabs the
baseball bat from the corner and starts to swing. She comes
dangerously close to your head, but you know she won't hit you.
Finally you feel whatever had a grip on your throat loosen, and you
break free. You scramble for the door, Barbra right behind you and
tear down the driveway. You don't stop running until your legs give
out, and you are nearly a mile away from that awful house. The worst
is over, but you swear you can hear that awful laughter, even from
your spot on the ground, far away from the
house.