#15 In the Closet

Holding tight to the closet door handle.
Desperately trying to control my ragged breathing.
I hear the scraping of a foot being dragged along the floor.
A groan.
I hold my breath.
They don’t hear that well and they don’t have any kind of intelligence above basic animal instinct.
They aren’t really that hard to evade.
Most of the time.
But when they catch you, its game over.
My lungs are screaming.
Trying to hold your breath after running is virtually impossible.
I try to exhale and inhale again quietly.
The foot scrapes.
Moving away.
Yet another encounter avoided.

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