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

Our Worst Fears Come True

"What's he doing, can you hear anything?" Chelsey asks huddled next to me.  "I don't know, there's no sound coming from my room," I whisper back. After the door had been broken down and the man had come inside my room, he just kind of stopped, there wasn't even any sounds that indicated he was searching, it was like he was jut standing there and listening for any sound or watching for any possible movement he might be able to see. Suddenly, the man spoke his deep, gravely voice breaking up the silence, "Come on out, I don't see the fun in hiding from me, there's no reason to be scared,"  He put more emphasis on the word scared than all the other words, I don't know why, but it scared me more than his mask did. "Sarah, I swear if he finds us I will scream my head off, even if I can't see him," Chelsey declares. "That makes sense, because just his shadow and presence will scare you just as much as it would if you were able to see his mask, so I will be joining you in screaming for our lives," I explain to her. His voice boomed out again, more taunting this time, "I only want to 'play', so come on out, or I will just have to find you," We acted like no one was in the room, slowing our breathing, and muffling our every move, so he thought no one was in here. "Chelse? I just realized that he probably knows that we are in the house somewhere, because he saw me running up the stairs," I whisper frantically to her. "Maybe, but if we stay quiet he might go away, thinking we jumped out a window or something," she says with a half-hearted smile. "I've seen enough F.B.I shows and horror movies to know, that that is a possibility, but a really low one," I respond in a matter of fact way. "You're probably right, but it might work, so be quiet, and listen!" She hisses at me, we  both stayed silent and listen to him rustle around in my room searching for us. How long before he thinks to search the closet, and pushes the clothes out of the way to find us cowering in the little room? Probably, to soon, it always happens that way. The predator searches for the prey and corners it so it cannot escape. This man is the predator, and unluckily we are the prey, we are oblivious to what he does, for we do not know what he plans to do with us once he finds our hiding place, and realizes we have no way out, that we're cornered. That we are already vulnerable to attacks, he locked the door from the inside, but even if we could get that far, he would catch up to us.