Supernatural Ny

She finally got her ankles freed from tape, stood and ran to the front of the apartment. She stopped dead in her tracks. The door had three locks on it, and she couldnat see clear, the tears blurring her vision. She fumbled with the door and just couldnat get all the locks opened; her hands kept shaking. Finally she got two of the locks opened and turned the doorknob, but the door wouldnat open. Hysterically crying and still struggling with the last lock, she thought, What the hell is wrong with me? Why canat I get this? Damn! Shanika thought if she could just get outside, she could get a car to stop; she might even make it to the train station. She knew if she could just get that far, she would be okay. The police could close that horror shop down.