I ran downstairs, almost falling, my heart in my mouth.
"Help!" I shouted, when I got to the bottom floor. "We have to get out of here!"
They came running to me from different rooms and met me in the hallway. I was frantic to leave.
"Why?" Asked Sam.
Out of breath, shaking, I quickly explained what I saw. They shifted uncomfortably.
"We're not going anywhere," he said, hands on his hips.
I stared at him wildly.
Marcy, one the previous gigglers, replied, "We will be needing you."