Hiding.

A closet.

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.