Eighty Eight

Elsa pushed the door open and Ellie trailed behind her as they entered the house. “It is quite dark in here.” Ellie whispered as she strained her eyes to see in the dark.

“Just hold onto me.” Elsa said in return and they tiptoed, making sure they don't hit their legs against something. Thankfully the door was slightly opened so there was a ray of light piercing through. Elsa saw this and a glint of hope lit up in her. “There is the door over there.” She said and pointed towards it. They practically ran towards it and pushed the door open fully then they walked out. As they were busy taking in how decorated the house was, they suddenly heard a voice crying out in distress. This caught their attention and they looked around. They saw the same two people that had snuck in. “Drop me.” The young girl which was the celebrant cried out as she hit the man continuously who was carrying her over his shoulder.

Ellie gasped. “Oh my goodness,” Elsa shouted and they ran after them.

“Shit, someon