A Phone Call to No Where chapter 8

"What to do?" Beth slung her head behind the wall and felt a chill run up her spine. "Think outside!" Beth turned toward the mud stairs and gripped the cold, icy banister. As she was about to lunge forward a heavy hand thrusted her back.
Breathing heavily Beth stared at the horid sight in front of her; Mort.
"Mor..." Beth breathed heavily. She was too frozen in her own fear to talk. Beth struggled with her words as she returned to what didn't seem like reality.
"Mor....t." Beth chocked on her words.
"Bethhhhhhhh." The nearly transparent figure slithered. "Elizabethhhhh."
"Hade-"
"HADES!" The figure spoke boldly.
"Hades, I am in great gratitude?" Beth completely lost her words. She only spoke what her mind spoke. She made no decisions but listen to her instict.
"Hades, thou who comes before thee has incomplete manners to come face to face with thee, whom I am grateful? What? Beth soon realized what just happened. "I'm not William Shakespear!" She mumbled under her breath.
"HA HA HA HA HAAAaaaaaaaa!" The companion of Morts chuckled outloud.
"Well, ha... ha... funny. Now, I have to go, you know, homework, friends, jobs, yeah well... see ya." Beth flung forward, low, hoping to pass by the two evil figures.
"Not so-" Mort had grabbed the young girl by her twisted arm.
"Slow, REBECCA!" Beth pointed to inside the extra room where Jay and Rose had been held captive.
The men quickly rose to check the room. Beth jolted forward.
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Up the steps Beth ran, thrusting forward hoping to make it out of the dark cave. As she approached the top she could hear the heavy footsteps coming closer. She couldn't out run them.