He brought me over to the house to hangout which is no big deal right. There was a couple who owned the house. He killed them. And invited another couple over, killed them too. I was too scared and too weak to say or do anything. But I saw an opportunity to leave. 3 days of this happening and all these people just gone instantly. I run out the door screaming for help but my voice is gone and it's 5 am. Nobody hears me and I'm running as fast as I can but it's not fast enough. I didnt grab my keys because I wasn't thinking straight. I could have hopped in my car and left. But I'm running to find a house that's awake and safe for me to hide in. And I finally force myself to wake up.