A loud sound.
Broken slits of light.
Loud thudding footsteps right outside.
I sit in the back, waiting.
The fear of impending death is real.
The sound of a blade rings out clear.
A hulking shadow pacing the room, searching for me.
I huddle in the corner, trembling and shaking, hands clasped.
He stops, right there in front of me, eyes meeting mine.
I stop breathing, he starts moving, the door opens, and I scream.