The footsteps were moving away. She sat in her corner, knees tucked into her chest, waiting and wishing for them to never turn around. She never wanted to see the owner of those feet whose near-silent thuds she could hear. She shuddered. Imagining wasn't a very good thing to do when she was trapped in a dark corner of her closet. The soft padding of the footsteps walked until she couldn't hear them anymore. Had the person left? She almost let out a sigh of relief. No, the footsteps began again. Pacing to and fro across her room. Every time they reached the closet, she tried in vain to curl up smaller than she already had. Every time they reached the closet, she held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. But none of the times had the door opened. What were this person's intentions? Her closet door had no lock. There was nothing to prevent them from barging in at any moment. Maybe they were a polite murderer coming 'round for a spot o' tea and a chat. She giggled at this thought and immediately slapped a hand over her mouth for betraying her. Maybe they didn't know that she was in there. If so, there was nothing stopping them from checking either. The footsteps stopped for a moment. Then started toward the closet again.
"This is it," she thought, "Now I'm a goner."
The handle turned and creaked slightly open. There was a sliver of light illuminating a strip of the floor. She backed into the corner even farther and didn't dare make a move.
Then the person slammed open the door completely and flipped on the lights.
"I found you." She buried her face in her arms. "Now it's time to come out, darling."
She didn't want to look up. She might never reach her home again. She didn't want t-
"Please, sweetie? You're going to miss the bus."
Bit anticlimactic? Yeah, tell that to my mum.
The writer is a grade 6 student of Sunbeams School.