1

She’s coming. I’ve got to hide.

2

In here? The kitchen’s a mess. Why did I notice that? Not important, I have to hide.

3

I run upstairs. She won't find me up there. Please don’t let her find me.

4

The wardrobe? It’s big enough. I can hide behind the clothes, stack the shoes on top of me maybe? I can hear her. Sense her. I’ve got to make a decision.

5

The door stands slightly ajar but otherwise I am completely in the dark, enveloped by the wardrobe's depths. Hopefully this is enough.

6

A door creaks open downstairs. Is that her?

7

The sound of crockery clattering. She must be in the kitchen, I’m glad I moved away from there. It was too obvious. Is the wardrobe obvious? Probably. I hope not.

Too late to change my mind now, she’s on the move.

8

I can hear her coming upstairs. My breathing quickens.

The warmth of my breath quickly becomes stifling in my mask.

9

She’s in here. So close I can almost touch her.

The anticipation builds, my muscles stiffen.

She has no idea I’m in here. This was a good spot. I chose well. I stifle a laugh, I can’t wait to see her face.

I fix my mask.

Tightening my grip on the knife, I slowly creak open the wardrobe door.

10

Here I come.