Time to put a stop to this madness and talk sense to these monsterous children. You open the door and your heart jumps. The girl is small, and she's covered head to foot in burlap. Just one bloodshot eye is exposed, and it fixes you with a baleful look. "You're not safe here," she says, drifting past you into the room. She goes to the broken window and pulls back the curtain. "They're gone. This is our only chance," she says flatly, "come on." She takes your arm and begins to tug you weakly toward the door. "Hold on a minute," you say, "who are you people?" A ragged chuckle wrenches itself from her throat. "Now or never," she says. The draft from the window skims the back of your neck. Nonsensically, you grab your keys and follow her out the door.
The street is lined with drunk people in costume and nobody takes any notice of you with your shirt all messed up and the bizarre young girl leading you into the night. You follow her into an alley and down into some filthy, narrow stairs into some kind of basement storage room. You hesitate, as one would. She turns and gazes up at you. "We don't have much time. They're already coming," she whispers.
Do you
A) Follow her in or
B) Turn around and walk away
GO!
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