May closed the lid of the crate and darkness engulfed her. She crouched there in the crate in a very uncomfortable position but bared through it. She waited for a while for them to come but couldn't hear their footsteps. A few more minutes passed and she got really cramped.
A quick stretch couldn't hurt, May thought as she lifted the lid.
A cascade of dust fell into her eyes as she got out. She listened for footsteps and laughter above but still couldn't hear any. She found that odd and started for the stairs.
Then she noticed two things: one, the lights were off but she thought she had left them off before she had gotten into the dark crate; two, the no dust path her mother made when doing the laundry weren't there any more.
Scared, May ran up stairs and found all the furniture covered in white clothes. She lifted up one sheet and saw that it wasn't even her family's furniture.
Footsteps sounded down the hall and May rolled under the couch.
"...and this room is to be painted the same as the kitchen. This ugly green needs to go," a woman's voice said.
Get rid of the green paint! I think not! May thought. She then rolled back out from under the couch and yelled at the woman that she couldn't paint over the green because it was her mother's pick right before she died. The woman stood there stunned. When May finished shouting, she circled around her and then stopped in front of her.
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Hide and Seek
Short StoryWhat happens when a little girl wants to play hide and seek but is too good? When she is so good that it's longer than what is normally taken in a game of hide and seek?