The room shook with the sound of an explosion. “Wow, did you
feel that?”
“Yes,
and I heard it too,” Ernie replied. He was speaking faster than before.
“What is happening?”
“I don’t
know!” I answered.
“We
better forget the box of props and get out of here,” Ernie suggested. But
when Ernie grabs the doorknob, it came off in his hand.
“What
are we going to do?” I shout. No answer came from Ernie.
“WHAT
HAPPENED TO THE LIGHTS?” Ernie and I screamed at the same
time.
“I can’t
see a thing. I think things are getting bad out there!”
Ernie
shouts back, “Me too!”
“The
lights keep flickering off and on. We have to get out of here and fast.”
“My
heart is beating so hard. I think my heart might pop out of my chest,” I add.
At that
moment, a blasting, ear-piercing sound starts ringing through the air. It
feels that my ears are bleeding, and even covering them
doesn’t seem to help. I look at
Ernie, and he is trying to plug his ears too. I yell, “What
is that?” Ernie cannot hear me
over the loud ringing.
I look at
Ernie again between flashes of lights, and I see that his face is red but
not the mad kind of red. He looks like he is going to cry.
“Come on, we have to think
now,” I yell as I shake Ernie by the shoulders.
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