Oh! It's the front hallway. "Dammit!" you shout. "We've already been here!" You're feeling kind of lucky though, and you rush for the front door and snatch at the knob quickly. To your utter amazement, it opens!
You and Sophie run out as fast as you can, all the way down the driveway, and jump into your car. You peel out of the driveway.
When you're a couple miles down the road, your muscles finally relax, and you slump down in the driver's seat with a sigh. "What just happened back there?" you ask, casting your glance over at Sophie.
You tense back up when you see the blood soaking the front of her shirt. It's apparently coming from the huge gash across her throat. Paralyzed with fear, you look in your rearview mirror - and all you see is a glimpse of red hair and flash of silver knife before your own throat is cut.