At the door leading to the basement, my fingers locked around the door frame, keeping him from dragging me down into the dark.
“Stop it!” I yelled at him. “I didn’t do anything!”
“You’re dangerous.” A hysterical laugh bubbled up in his voice. “I should have seen it before!”
He had me by my legs, using all his weight to haul me down. Working my foot free, I kicked him hard in the face. He let go and tumbled down the stairs.
“You’re the one that needs locking up!” I yelled.
I slammed the door shut and turned the lock.
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