"Sh.. be quiet!" I whisper.
I'd quickly settle down in the corner of the dark room, my younger friend Francis would sit down next to me, crying. "Juliana.. w-will we ever get out of here?" Francis would cry.
"Don't worry, we'll get out...just for now, we run and stay still."
Gasps and gags would be heard from behind us. Both of us would bolt our head backwards only to find the wall we've been leaning on. "She's behind us, stay quiet." I raise a finger to my lips.
The door ahead of us would slowly creak open...
CREEEAAAK...
Pants and breaths would be heard a few metres infront of us. Francis' cry would die out and turn into pure fear. The girl would simply look around and then walk back. She'd shut the door.
"....."
"Okay Francis, I think it's okay now." I whisper. "REALLY!?" Francis would shout a little bit happy.
"...."
The door would creak open once again and the girl would peek through. Her eyes would bulge at Francis, who would being silently crying.
