You rush towards the nearby window by the door and try to pull it open, only to find that it, along with all of the other windows have been closed securely from the outside. You rush to the door. This toy house is old, perhaps the structure of it cant be to hard to break.
You grasp the door handle, only to horribly burn your hand on the metal surface.
You scream, and back up to the stairs, tending to your wounded hand.
The flames from the rug have now spread, and before you've noticed, your very feet have caught fire.
The last thing you hear as you burn to death is the demonic laughing of AJ from the outside of the home.
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