Steps.
One..two...three..
You count the footsteps as they near your secret hiding space..
Four... five..six...
Your heart starts beating, faster and faster...
Seven..eight...pause..CRRREEEEEEEAAAAAK
They enter.. but it's not you they're after.
Screaming, crying, pounding, sobbing..
Silence.
Nine...ten...
Down the stairs they go.. their coming..
A flame collecting gas with every inch.
Eleven..twelve..thir-
RUN!
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