The monster lumbered toward me, panting loudly. Once again, my fear tried to paralyze me. I tried to push myself up with both hands, but my body felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. I’m dead meat! I thought. Finally, I pushed myself up and freed myself from the cart. Dead meat. Dead meat. The panting, growling monster was only a few yards away now, lurching out of a row of shelves. I grabbed the camera and stumbled to the door, my knee throbbing, my head whirring. I’ll never make it. Never. And then I heard the loud electronic ringing. At first, I thought it was an alarm. But then I realized it was the telephone. I pulled myself into the doorway and turned. The monster hesitated at the end of the aisle. His bulbous, black eyes floated up above his face. His gaping mouth, drooling green liquid, twisted into an O of surprise. He stopped short, startled by the sudden interruption. Saved by the bell! I thought happily. I pulled open the heavy front door and burst out to freedom. I ran for two blocks, my sneakers slapping the pavement, my heart refusing to slow its frantic beat.
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