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

The Scarer Comes Out to Play

He was moving around the room now, searching every inch until he was sure there wasn't anybody hiding anywhere, he still hadn't found us though. We weren't going to give ourselves away so we stayed as still and quiet as possible...like little mice..I had a flashback to when I was younger and was playing hide and seek with Chelsey, almost like we were doing now.

Ok, go and hide while I count. One, two three, four, five... I ran off behind my house while Chelsey continued to count. I found a spot behind a bush and where there were bushes surrounding me, with a big maple tree looming above me. Ready, or not here I come! I heard Chelsey shout. I made myself as small as possible and tried to keep quiet, but her wandering far away from me made me giggle. She stopped and headed towards me, she looked through the bushes and smiled, I found you! She declared proudly and held her hand out so she could help me up..

The memory faded and a sad small came across my face, and I sighed quietly she was always such a good friend and here I was being trapped in a closet with her. Not one of my best moments. A lightbulb flashed on in my head like an alarm, if it was hard for Chelsey to find me because I had made myself smaller, maybe we can do the same and buy us some more time. "Chelse, scoot to the back as quiet as possible and curl up in a ball, I'll do the same and cover us with spare blakets and old cothes so it will be hard for him to find us," I whisper. "Ok, good idea," she answers scooting as far back as possible and I join her throwing some old clothes and blankets so we can't be seen.  No, no, no! The closet door had been opened and he was now searching the closet, if he looked close enough at the walls he would be able to see the door to our hiding place. Oh, god, please don't let him find us, please! I prayed that he wouldn't find us, I didn't want to be found, I couldn't, neither Chelsey or I had lived out our lives like we're supposed to before dying. Light flooded into our hiding place and he grabbed the clothes and tossed them off of us. Our faces drained and we screamed simultaneously. The man reeled back, then regained his composure and grabbed my leg pulling me out of the room, "NO! P-please, don't hurt me! Chelsey!" I screamed and thrashed trying to break free. Chelsey grabbed my arms and tried to pull me back.  "Now, come on girls, cooperate it will make this a lot better," he scolded in his gravely voice. "Sarah, hold on! Don't you dare let go!" Chelsey was screaming at me, "W-why, would I let go of you?!" I yelled back. He tugged hard on my legs and my hands slipped from Chelsey's. "Oh, please! Please! Don't hurt us! We didn't do anything!" I begged, hot tears falling down my face. "STOP! Stop crying!" The man slapped my face with his gloved hand, and I stopped crying, but more tears slid down my cheeks. I held my hand to the spot where he slapped me and didn't move, too stunned to do anything.