Damn I wished I could.
It'd be like
...the woman chased her, getting closer with every passing second. Julia realized she wasn't going to make it, and felt her chest tightening with fear. This was it. The woman grabbed her arm just before she reached the door and she could feel the woman's putrid breathe warm on her scalp, on the side of her face. She tried to fight with tears running down her face, but the woman was stronger, her long and thin fingers hurting her. The woman smiled a toothless, manic smile and raised the knife.
AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER
THE END!
I just don't know how to continue ;_;
I kind of killed my main character.