Help! Carrie!” Amy’s cries for help sound faint, like a trickle of water down a long, tall mountain. I can hear her desperation, the cries making my heart explode in my chest. Electric shocks pump through my veins. “Where are you?” Amy calls out. I follow the sound of her voice. I’m in a tunnel, one that narrows as I continue down it. The insides are slick with slime and wetness. As I continue, I have to duck. The tunnel is a pipe, and it’s getting narrower and narrower. The sound of water rushes everywhere. I hear a squeak and see a rat at my feet. My scream dies in my throat. The light fades more and more as I move toward the sound of Amy’s voice. “Quickly! He’s coming!” she begs. “Who?” I ask. But she doesn’t answer. Now I am hunched over, crawling on hands and knees. The muck is half a foot deep. Everything smells like burning metal. I see the outline of a door, far in the distance. “Help! Hurry, Carrie!” Amy shouts. “Crawl to me!” I plead as I get close to the door.
