I sat in the corner of my closet crying a river. I need to stop being such a baby and start being logical, what could I do about this? I could yell for my mom or dad to come help me, I could g- loud footsteps were cracking sticks right outside my window. I stopped thinking about help. Were they going to go away? Am I safe? Even if I was safe though I wouldn't feel safe. I tried to steady my heavy breathing, I wiped away my tears and stood up.
I was about to open my closet door, but then I decided against it. What if they were still there and they were only trying to fool me to come out of my hiding place? I grabbed my stick and sat back down, this is not going to end well, is it? After a couple of minutes of sitting in my closet I heard footsteps and loud breathing, they were back. I froze, I was so still, I didn't even care if they were outside, I felt like they could still see me. Then I heard a rugged voice that accented the breathing. "Stupid rock! Ju-" then there was a loud smash. What's going on?! I felt the urge to get up and peek out, but I felt like I would meet my end if I did that, but if I stayed here they would surely find me. So many questions were going on inside my head I couldn't think straight, what is happening? Who is this person? What do they want from me!? Why are they here? Why are they wearing a disguise? Why is there blood on it?
"Come out, come out wherever you are..little lamb" the voice sent chills down my spine, they were in the house, not even that but my room! It was a male voice, probably in his 20-30 somewhere, by his footsteps I could tell he was pretty heavyweight. "We won't bite" this was a females voice, there were 2 of them!? Her breathing was quiet and steady, footsteps light and careful, unlike her partner. She was probably in the same age range as he was, I'm also going to assume that they are somehow related. Either in a relationship, married, siblings, or close friends. If I escaped this alive I was gonna have some evidence to give the police.

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TerrorThis is a horror story of what it would be like to live during the purge