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weaker and weaker with every word but determined regardless. Laura scoured the place, turning everything upside down and inside out, and found a large, but lightweight, portable computer on a shelving unit. Curiosity was building within her as to what could help them. The authorities had already been contacted and were on their way. What more could Toby do? He opened the laptop and it purred to life, just before a web of small squares appeared on-screen. Each flashed white, then colour spread throughout the screen of squares. It took a moment for Laura to make out what exactly the squares were. But the furniture looked familiar, and the layout of each.... It was rooms in the castle; it was the well disguised CCTV cameras !
     
    “How did you know this?” Laura was grateful, but suspicious.
    “Dad showed me years ago, I only just remembered. This is one of the places all cameras can be monitored. Obviously this isn't all of them, but you can scroll through to see all rooms that have surveillance.” Toby's eyes flickered as his head rolled onto the metal wall. Clunk.
    “Toby,” Laura panicked, gently cupping his cheek; it was still cold.
    “Oh God, Toby, come on, wake up,” Laura pleaded, chest tight and eyes watering.
    But his eyes were sealed shut. Laura found a shred of courage to carry on, placing a hand on his heart. Luckily it was still beating, albeit very gently. She ransacked the place for blankets, sifting through everything. She rifled through a set of large metal drawers in the far corner. The first few had books, stationery and tools. But stuffed in the bottom were tonnes of clothing, bed sheets and blankets.
     
    She brought them to Toby, dropping them on the floor beside him. Unsure of whether he should be moved onto a bed or not, she chose to gently nudge him to the closest wall. Laura propped him up and tore off one of his pyjama sleeves that was drenched in blood. Then one by one wrapped each around him, shaking whilst doing so, but persevering nonetheless. When done she had a plan to find a way out, by attaining the location of the clown and then working around that as to leave the house, undetected. But was that the wisest plan given Toby's condition? He was badly injured and would need to be carried. Further more, outside was dangerous. The cold rain and no help had arrived yet. Or maybe it had! The proverbial light bulb switched on, giving her the intelligence to search the surveillance and see if there was anyone outside. There must be, at least that is what she was counting on. Presto! There was a camera that must be fixed at the front of the main tower that they were at the top of. But there was nothing. No police car and no sign of any help. Laura's stomach dropped. A vacant slot of gravel and vast green land all around, but no help. This was a major blow to her positivity, winding her badly.
     
    Laura skimmed through the many cameras. Swipe after swipe showed the never-ending list of rooms. Each one empty. Until she stumbled upon one just outside the panic room. The clown was in front of the door, staring up at the camera, a creepy grin painted on his face.
     
    Laura was horrified. How does he know? He had no idea she was looking through that camera at that exact moment, given the hundreds plotted on the property. The blue furry wig sat atop his head, with white, red and blue paint coating his face. Laura was terrified, but a morbid fascination prevented her from looking away. The mash of rainbow colours was oddly mystifying. Until he lifted a piece of paper, as if he knew she was watching at that very moment. It took a second for her eyes to focus, but it read.
    'I KNOW YOU ARE WATCHING ME AND I AM GOING TO KILL YOU'.
    How the hell does he know that? Oh God help us!

Chapter 7
     
     
    Laura's sense of security took a serious hit. How on earth was it possible he knew the exact moment she was looking? How did this man even know about the laptop that showed all surveillance footage? It was