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The clown gripped the axe with both hands once more and went back to work. He swung the blade down on Mark's neck, decapitating him. The head rolled toward her, its one visible eye seeming to say, What the fuck are you waiting for? Run!

Adrenaline surged through her. Her thoughts became clear and sharp, and she jumped out of bed and hauled ass toward the open doorway, run-ning faster than ever before. She didn't have time to feel grief over Mark's death. All that mattered right now was the kids.

As she fled through the open doorway, she grabbed the knob and yanked the door closed behind her with a loud slam. It was an instinctive action, one she doubted would do much good. She was proved right a secoond later when the clown's ax head crashed through the door, the sharp edge only inches from her face.

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