I ran into the closet and hid in the back.
I could still see him search for me from the door having cracks.
I tried to control my breathing.
I tried to control my cries.
I tried to pray to God.
I tried to close my eyes.
He opened up the closet
but there was no light.
I hid within the clothes.
I am still out of sight.
Then I heard him breathing as he got in the closet space.
That's when I felt my heart pound, beat, skip and Race.
He was right next to me as he closed the closet door. I had a sick feeling while leaning against the drawer
I couldn't breath anymore.
I don't want him to hear me.
Does he know I am in here too?
a psycho is in my house with me and I don't know what to do.