“Did you see everything?” I asked.

Marylyn nodded shakily. Apparently actually experiencing a horrifying experience can scar you just as much as watching one. We sat there for a while, taking deep breaths. Assuring ourselves that everything would soon be over. How did we end up in such a dark place? Two 13-year-old girls, innocent, loved (or once loved), out of all people ended up in the hands of a psycho killer? Only a few months ago I had nothing to do with this terrifying situation, and now I feel like I am trapped in a horror movie. I dragged Marylyn into this too! After all, she has done for me...After a while of just sitting there, I looked up at the clock, ticking till our deaths. 3 hours left.

“Marylyn,” I said, “I know we feel hopeless right now, but we need to try at least to defeat Death.” I reached my hand out to hers. “Let's go try and find the real Grandpa.”

Marylyn nodded again, took my hand, and through all this malicious fear, smiled. I surprised myself and smiled back. I felt courage rise back up through the shallows of my stomach like me, and she walked through the darkness, holding hands, searching for any signs of grandpa. I held her hand tight, promising never to let go. We wouldn’t step down, staying together, no matter what.

“Watch out Death,” I whispered as we crossed another corner with no other signs of people. Our each other's smiles were our flashlights in the darkness. Our company with each other is what brought us to search when our hearts were beating like hummingbirds. Our bond brought us to search every corner for an hour.

When that hour passed, through the silence, Marylyn said, “I don’t know Rose, I don’t think they are here.”

I sighed, “I know.”

“Well,” Marylyn said, “what is your next idea? We don’t have much time.”

“I thought Grandpa could help us, but he doesn’t seem to be here. We are going to have to help ourselves.”

“So the question is how do we destroy Death, correct?” Marylyn asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Couldn’t we just try to kill him?” Marylyn whispered.