Immediately, she jumped on the chimney but then, he started walking towards her.
Angeline forced her way through the narrow passage, but each effort seemed worthless because the ground was slippery and had nowhere to aid for climbing making it difficult to climb.
If care was not taken, she knew she was going to wound herself.
Angeline inched her way up the slippery chimney, her muscles screaming with effort. She had to get to the top before he could catch up to her. The walls of the chimney were too wet and smooth, and her hands and feet kept slipping on the surface.
She felt a surge of panic as she heard the sound of his footsteps getting closer.
"Angeline! Hold on, I will come get you!" Angeline heard her father scream again.