Nightmare at the Norton's

Closet

Tate had never imagined anything like this could ever happen. It isn't real...is it? She didn't believe in ghosts. It was just her mind playing with her. There it was again. A faint childish giggle like the joy of a homocidal maniac echoed
through the walls. It isn't real, it isn't real. She just kept telling herself that. The closet she was in was cramped and suffocating. She should have listened to Alyssa. She never should have tried to stay in the Norton cabin for the whole night. She had dragged Jason into this mess and now he was gone. She never should have taken the dare to stay the night in the The legendary haunted cabin in the woods.
The air was growing hot and stuffy in the tiny space she was in. When Tommy threw Jason half-way across the yard, Tate had screamed and backed up slowly. The door slammed in front of her. Don't feel left out Tate, I'll deal with you later. Chills ran down her spine.
She had run upstairs into one of the rooms. It was the girl's room. Taya and Kadie Norton's room to be exact. There were still the little girls toys scattered around the room with two beds up against the two walls opposite each other. Remembering the closet in the room Tate hurried over to it and climbed in shutting the sliding door as quietly as she could.
Now in the cramped closet the air was stuffy and hot. Tate desperately wanted to throw the doors open and get fresh air but the idea of running into Tommy Norton scared her.
   A giggle spread through the air and Tate whimpered. The door to Taya and Kadie's room creaked open.
I know your here Tate. Tommy's voice was shrill in the silence that followed. Come out. Your friend has already found the others. Maybe they're greeting each other in hell.
   Tate bit her lip to prevent any sound from escaping. Silent tears rolled down her face. What did he mean others? Who had Jason met? She tried not to think of the last line. The obvious answer. Jason was dead. Tate had gotten him killed.
A chocked sob slipped past her now bleeding lip. Tate's eyes got wide in fear as the sliding closet door started to slowly slide open.