"One... two... three..."
I giggled, stumbling away from my friend as he counted counting. I was at the age of seven. My clunky black rainboots scuffed on the gravel as I tried to run for cover during our game of hide-and-seek. A simple birthday party game.
"Ten... eleven... twelve."
His voice continued to echo over the property, carrying through open barns and spewing out in all directions.
I turned behind one of the barns to discover a hiding place already taken. I sighed, turning away.
My boots splashed through puddles. Rain dribbled from the sky, rolling down the parts of my face exposed outside the hood of my red raincoat. I've always loved the rain. Even in the middle of our game, I had to stop and stare at the sky. My eyes closed and a small smile stretched on my face.
"Twenty... twenty-one... twenty-two..."
Run, Miyoung, I told myself.
Another old barn was just in front of me. Surely there's somewhere on the other side.
My small legs crept to the back. A large, rusted silo stood tall. It was completely shut off, besides a small latched window that had fallen off. My head cocked to the side, eyes staring intently into the black square.
Why have I never paid attention to this silo before?
I placed a foot in front of the other, then took another step. They slowly replaced one another, and my eyes didn't dare look away from the black abyss in the silo. It was almost like the hole was calling my name. A rope tied around my curiosity, pulling me closer and closer.
Maybe three feet from the silo. I reached a hand out in front, getting ready to touch the cold metal siding.
"Miyoung!"
I jumped at the sound of my name, a squeak escaping. I spun around with slight irritation bubbling inside.
"You're a terrible hider," my friend, Minhyuk, laughed.
I forced a laugh back before turning back towards the silo. My eyes squinted, trying to focus back on the inside of it.
Nothing. I couldn't see a thing. The total darkness of the silo was impenetrable by any sight.
Minhyuk was standing right next to me now, peering inside as well.
"I don't like that," he whispered, pouting. Minhyuk pulled his raincoat tighter, looking away from the silo. "It's creepy."
I nodded. "Yeah... strange."
