Thursday, January 10, 2013

100 Words a Day 152

They were hiding in the closet, desperately clamping their hands over their mouths to keep themselves from screaming. The storm made the old house creak; they strained to hear over the sound.

He thought he heard the bedroom door open and froze, seizing her by the arm as he did so. She gave a yelp as his nails dug into her arm.

He stared desperately at where he thought she stood, frozen in the darkness.

The two listened intently, doing their best not to breathe.

The noise of the house continued to hide the shadowy man’s movements through the house.

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