Natalie didn’t think.
She just wrapped the towel around her body and fled.
She didn’t know what to think— hell, she wasn’t even thinking, because if she was, she would have known that going out of the house in just a towel was definitely not one of her brightest ideas, but who could blame the girl really?
She was stuck between thinking someone had broken into their house again, or that the evil force that was haunting them was back again, and she honestly didn’t know which of the stories sounded much better or even more plausible… but it was obvious to her in that moment that either way, her life was very much in danger and that the lesser time she spent being in the house, the better for her,
And so she had run.
She didn’t even know where she was going, being blinded by the tears tha
