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Stephanie's eyes lit up. It was clear that had realized the same thing that I had. Rottenbacher smirked. So I just figured your girlfriend better know that she didn't get any additional time for trying to curse me. I've already been there and done that.
Days passed and, try as we might, Stephanie and I couldn't find anything that could qualify as a protective item. We were approaching the two-week deadline and she was looking more and more scared by the day. Her hair was a mess, her usually bubbly personality was glum and distraught. She stared off into space during classes and prayed constantly.
After the two-week deadline passed, we were both terrified. She came to me at school and said, "Jack, I want you to sleep with me tonight. Stay with me all night. Don't let it get me. I couldn't refuse. I showed up at her house late that night and came in through her window. We slept together. It was bittersweet. She went to sleep holding me, but I lay awake most of the night watching and waiting until I finally fell asleep around in the morning from sheer exhaustion.
The next day, when I woke up, all I could think was "Stephanie! She wasn't in the bed next to me. I walked into her kitchen. It was Stephanie's. I turned around to see her sitting at a round table in the kitchen. She was smiling and seemed as giddy as ever.
I wept with relief. It was over and she was safe. Nothing had come for her. I ran across the kitchen floor and hugged her, and kissed her all over. Everyone was in an uproar. No one knew what had happened to them, or where they had gone.
No one except for me and the person who had done it: Stephanie. If the amount of time extended was halved each time you brought someone into the game, then nine people would have brought her just over two weeks.
Which meant that her time would be running out again tonight. You can't do this any more, and I can't watch you do this any more. It's wrong. It's evil! She looked at me silently. I still remember the look in her eyes that day. At this point, it had become clear to me that the girl I had known and loved was long gone, and all that remained was a soulless, wicked shell which clung to life and feared death more than anything.
But, even so, I still loved her more than anything. She was my first and only girlfriend, and I couldn't let her go. I couldn't let anything happen to her. I've accepted what I need to do, and I'm going to do it. No one else is going to die because of me. She looked down sadly. I just want to spend the night with you tonight, okay?
One more night together. That's all I want. I was heartbroken. Everything was too melancholic and too melodramatic. I was so sad at hearing her words, at the thought of her being taken away. I threw up. I vomited and retched over and over again into a nearby garbage can trying to fight back an endless stream of tears.
That night, she slept with me again. Sick, weak, and tired, I passed out from pure exhaustion at AM. Don't worry, as I promised, no one else is going to die because of me.
What could she be thinking? I looked around my room. Suddenly, I noticed that the. That's why she had wanted to spend the night with me tonight. She wanted my gun. As fast as I could, I threw on some clothes and bolted for my truck. I sped off towards Rottenbacher's apartment.
I looked around. Stephanie was holding Rottenbacher at gunpoint with my. The apartment walls were covered in pictures of Adolf Hitler and Swastika banners. There were whips and chains scattered around the bedroom floor.
Rottenbacher was stomping around in long sleeve pajamas and cursing at her in his typical neo-Nazi form, screaming at her about 'home invasion' and 'calling the police' and this and that.
He was even wearing that stupid Nazi armband. It was obvious this guy was a lunatic fanatic. I remember my ears ringing from the loudness of the gunshot and a sharp pain in my inner ear, but I was too tense to worry about it at the moment. You're not going to get away with this. He removed the cilice from his leg, from which trickled a small amount of blood and handed it to her. Immediately, she slipped it onto her own leg with one hand, fumbling with my pistol as she tightened it until it hurt, and her own leg began to bleed a little.
He's going to come for you and he's going to drag you off to Hell for what you've done! You're going to pay for all those kids! I was sick. I was disgusted with everything. I was disgusted with Stephanie for being so cruel and selfish and I was disgusted for myself for seeing all of this, and seeing the signs, and not doing anything to stop it. But at least now it would be over. As we walked back to my truck, I said a small prayer for Rottenbacher in the hopes that he could find a new protective item within two weeks.
He may have been a racist bastard, but in a way, he was still better than Stephanie if what he said about never cursing anyone else was true, and he didn't deserve to die just for that. I drove Stephanie home. She was exhausted. I would have given her a kiss on the cheek, but I was too sick and just wanted the whole ordeal to be over. I love you," she whispered back, and climbed out of my truck and went back to her house. The first thing I heard was a shriek, followed by what sounded like the noise of pounding at her door.
I pulled a U-turn in my truck and sped off back towards her home. Stephanie was becoming more frantic. Suddenly, on the other end of the line, I heard the sound of her door being bashed in, followed by another shriek.
I could hear Stephanie screaming at the top of her lungs, a hideous, blood curdling scream. I still remember every moment of it perfectly, and I remember her screams word for word. She screamed again and I heard what sounded like the phone hitting the floor and Stephanie's screams getting further and further away.
When I arrived at Stephanie's house, the front door had been smashed in. I parked my car on her lawn and jumped out, carrying my. Then, I came to Stephanie's bedroom. I turned on the light and checked all of the corners with my pistol leading the way. At length, I lowered the gun as something caught my eye in the center of the room. Stephanie's cell phone lay on the floor next to her bed.
In the middle of the room, in the carpet, was a very small patch of blood. It wasn't more than a few drops. But the most chilling sight of all was that from the edge of her bed to the door of her room which lead out into the hall was a trail of claw marks that she had left as something or someone had dragged her away to her doom.
I couldn't take it any more. I turned and left her room. On the way out, I couldn't help but notice that she had torn out most of her fingernails clawing at the carpet and that they lay scattered near the trails her fingers had left. Days passed, then weeks, then months. The police did investigations; they questioned me time and time again, and every time my stories were all the same. I told them the truth as I knew it, as unbelievable as it was.
I don't think they believed me, but all of the evidence supported my story and there was nothing to implicate me in any of the crimes, so at length they finally let me go. Our class eventually recovered from the losses of so many of our classmates, and over time my mind kind of accepted what had happened until it seemed like a distant dream. After tornadoes killed six workers at an Amazon distribution center in Edwardsville, Illinois, some Amazon workers have raised concerns about how the company handles emergency responses and about cellphone policies it plans to reintroduce next year, which workers have described as draconian.
Workers at two neighboring Amazon facilities in Edwardsville, just outside St. Louis, who were also in the path of the tornadoes overnight Friday said they have had little training in preparing for tornadoes and bristled at a company policy that multiple sources have said the company is trying to bring back Jan.
Two employees who work at nearby facilities said they had been given very little tornado-specific training and were expected to work through tornado warnings. Lara Trump: Hillary Clinton blames 'everyone except herself' for election loss. Biden wants to blame inflation on everything besides his own spending policies: Brian Brenberg. She added that during two previous tornado warnings during her overnight shift, she was expected to continue working even when the company sounded alarms. Workers across Amazon facilities also pushed back against a policy that Amazon is bringing back barring phones at work.
For years, Amazon has banned workers from carrying their phones in warehouse facilities. The company relaxed the policy during the coronavirus pandemic and then started to reinstate it at warehouses across the country, Bloomberg reported.
A second worker, who also was not authorized to speak publicly and who works at STL4, the building diagonally across the street from the damaged facility, said in a written message that one of her closest co-workers was grateful that she had a phone with her.
If she had not had her phone, she would not have known to run to shelter.
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