The Titanic sisters came closer and closer. It was hit or miss for Scott or the girl, he didn't know who it would be. Closer and closer they came. Never looking down. Never seeing him. Then the Girl's foot swung forward blotting out then sun. It descended and struck close to him with a earthshaking THUD. He leapt
He managed it. Somehow he had managed to grab the lace.
His timed leap was aided by the displacement of air caused from the massive foot slamming into the stone walkway. Scott had managed to grab hold just at the very end of the lace, and he quickly found out that keeping his grip was going to be harder than he first though.
The threads of the lace was thick, about three inches in diameter, and hard as hell to keep a hold of between the displacement of air and the impact tremors. like being on a roller coaster without a safety bar. The Girls, completely oblivious to what was going on, continued to walk toward the house.
Scott's grip weakened with every step the girl took, but somehow with surges of adrenaline he managed to hold on just long enough for her to pass the threshold of the front door. Then came the chaos of three giants removing their footwear. Scott couldn't move as socked feet thudded all around him and enormous footwear was slipped and kicked off. Instinctively he closed his eyes tightly as the world shook around him from the titanic footfalls.
When it settled down some he dared to open his eyes. The girls hadn't even stopped their conversation as they walked away leaving behind Scott and the discarded footwear. He realized he'd been holding his breath and slowly exhaled. He was now inside and safe from the predators of the outside world, but was the inside any less dangerous? Not from what he just experience. To think he held some notion of trying to get someone's attention. Getting someone's attention was looking more and more of an impossibility by the moment. He watched them walk up a flight of stairs, no doubt the bedrooms were up there.
This was happening way too fast for him. He had to calm down. Think things through.
The first thing he had to was get out of the doorway, which he did. All the while eyeing the discarded footwear. From what he could see Scott was able figure out some of the layout of the house. At the foot of the stairs to the right was an archway and beyond he could make out the living room. To the left was the expanse of the dining room and beyond that the kitchen. He hugged the wall, out in the open he would be exposed and the risk of being stepped on would be greater. When he arrived at the archway he all of a sudden caught moment in the living room, and his blood froze. Standing up from its bed and stretching it's limbs was a large German Shepard. As if he didn't have enough to contend with. The huge dog padded past him and he watched it make it's way to the kitchen area.
Scott paused to make a decision. should he stay downstairs and risk encountering the dog , or try to make his way upstairs?
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