The Hunting of Lewis (Part 5)

The Hunting of Lewis (Part 5)

Braquel Schiermeyer, Contributor

Lewis told me to wait for him upstairs while he went to get the door. The knocks kept getting louder and harder until Lewis reached the bottom step. Before he reached the door, there was a noise that sounded like someone loading a shotgun. Then a man spoke. “Lewis, open the door, I know you’re in there. Perfect timing for the girl to pull up too. Talk about killing two birds with one stone.” Lewis turned around and motioned for me to go upstairs and find somewhere to hide. I asked what he was going to do, but he just told me to go and he’d be right behind me. 

When I got upstairs, there weren’t really a lot of places to hide. His house was more of a modern type. It had quite a few large pieces of furniture, but they were all transparent and easy to break. I was struggling to find a place to hide, when Lewis ran up, grabbed my hand and led me to a wall. He was trying to find a certain piece of it. I just kept thinking to myself, “Does he expect us to just walk right through a solid wall? Is he feeling okay?” All of a sudden, he touched a piece of the wall, it took his handprint, turned green and opened.

There was a staircase connected to the wall. I hoped it led to the back yard or at least to the basement or something, just somewhere away from the man downstairs.

I had so many questions, so many things that just didn’t make sense. Then all of a sudden, the front door broke open. Lewis looked at me and said, “I know you have no reason to trust me right now, but I need you to follow me down these stairs and then I swear, I’ll explain everything.”  

I didn’t exactly know Lewis, so it kind of scared me to walk down a staircase to an unknown place with someone that I didn’t know. But on the other hand, it was either walk down the stairs with Lewis, or stay here and try to fight an armed murderer. I chose to walk into an unknown abyss.

Lewis took my hand, and we began running down the stairs. Behind us, I could hear the thumping of the man’s boots as he walked up the stairs expecting to see us.