What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Afraid of the Dark

You Thought You Were Safe...

We huddled in my small room inside my closet, it was made so that you could store stuff inside of it then no one would know it was there since the door of the room was the same color as the closet wall, plus I had taken extreme care to hide it with my clothes. "Sarah, I'm scared," Chelsey whispers next to me as we hide. "I am too, Chelse, I am too," I whisper in a attempt to reassure her. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! "Chelsey! He's trying to get in!" I whisper with a scared tint to my voice. "I know, but the dresser and lock should hold him off for a while," she replies just as scared as me. "Arrrgg! I thought this was going to be easy!" We hear the man yell from outside our door. BANG! BANG! CRASH! "I think he just threw something at the door, Sarah!" Chelsey whimpers beside me, "I sure hope it was something weak, so it doesn't hurt the door," I say with a wince as I hear another crash just outside my door. "Umm, Sarah? This might not be the best time, but I think I left my glasses out there..." Chelsey trails off with a scared face. "Ya think!? Well,  it'll be okay, he'll probably think they're just normal glasses that someone left laying around, I mean unless he's a genius on types of glasses which is unlikely, right?" I say to her in a hushed voice. "S-sure, I guess that makes s-sense," she stutters. CRACK! CRACK! "No, no, no, no, NO! The door, the door is breaking!" I freak out, he's starting to break the door so he could get in. "t-the d-door! My parents are going to kill me if they see the door broken!" I start to rant in hysteria. "THE DOOR?! The door?! We could be about to die, and all you can think about is the door?!"  Chelsey exclaims. "Sorry, it's just I get hysterical in life threatening moments!" I hiss at her. CRACK! SCREEEAAACCHHH! "Oh, no, he's in! He's gonna torture us, then he's gonna kill us! KILL US!" Chelsey whisper-screamed at me. "Calm down, he's not completely in he still has to move what's left of the door, and push the dresser out of the way, and we don't know if he's going to kill or torture us," I say trying to stay calm for the both of us. "If he wasn't going to do something to us, then he wouldn't have broken your door or come here! Now wouldn't he?!" Chelsey was becoming the hysterical one quickly and I was starting to break down as well, one could only keep a façade of calm up for so long. SCRREEAACH! WUMP! We hear the dresser and door being pushed out of the door and shoved to the ground. Our faces flush white, now he was in, now we were able to panic.