There were few things as scary as hiding. He’d never even liked the game as a much younger boy. It was even less fun as a matter of life or death.
Who knew if the slightest misstep – common to all the dead people in horror movies – would be the one that gave you away?
He sat in the corner, behind the dilapidated sofa, hand over his mouth to muffle his breathing. He counted to one hundred and then did it again…and again.