Date: 3/17/2020
By peachkeedi
I was in a small, older mansion, similar to Boettcher. The front door lead to a small open room with a staircase to the left and rooms to the center and right. Up the stairs were a landing to the left and more stairs to the right, then a library/office. I walked in the office, and saw Raymond Holt at the library desk. He asked me to do some paperwork because I worked there, and I headed down the stairs. As I went twords the front office down stairs, I saw 2 men by the window next to the door. The meaner looking one was holding the other up to the window, and pulled out a gun. Their silent conversation got heated, and he held him by the throat, and shot him in the head. The shot man slid down the window, and the shooter looked through the window menacingly at me. I panicked, and ran up the stairs to the office. I entered and sternly told Holt to call the police because a man had been shot. I left the room and ran down the steps to the first landing, going to close the door. As I did so, the shooter opened the door. I slid under the fence of the landing to hide, and made myself as small as possible. He started walking slowly up the steps, and I had a moment that seemed to last forever. I weighed the options of being a sitting duck, waiting for him to kill me, or saying fuck it and rolling over his legs to knock him down the stairs and hope to survive. I was about to make my decision, and I woke up to a phone call.