His footsteps were getting close.
Tap. . .
Through your nose, you inhaled slowly before holding your breath in.
Tap. . .
Both your hands was lifted off of the wooden floor beneath you to cover your mouth, making sure no noise comes out.
Tap. . .
Tears streamed down your cheeks as your eyes shut tight in the pitch black attic with only the rectangular window having a stream of the moonlight go through but not enough to illuminate the whole area. Your heart was beating so hard out of your chest, your hands were felt pulsing also. Why must you be quirk-less? Why were you born to only be abused? Why out of all people, your parents be the only ones killed by this hallow shell of a man.
The man that's right at the other side.
What was between you, curled as small as possible and the man so called your step uncle, was a chest full of old Arts & Crafts, toys, pictures, and decorations.
What you know is that he's probably messing with you, already knowing you are behind this chest to scare you even more. To this point, you're scared enough as it is. Sweat ran down your forehead and neck, eyes widened, form was shaking a bit. It was too much but you need to stay quiet or els-
"Gotcha."
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