Prologue
Prologue
I hide in the closet. I know it's the only way to survive. I put my hand over my mouth, trying to shush the sound of my sobs. The things are drawn by sound. I can't let them notice me.
I close my eyes, even though it doesn't help a thing. The inside of the wardrobe is very dark, closing my eyes doesn't change that.
I can still hear them. They still are inside. Dragging their feet over the ground, bumping against every furniture and looking for me. I hope that if I just stay hidden, they'll go away.
But what am I supposed to do then? Just, go outside. But to where? I have nowhere to go. All the neighbours are already gone, I can't ask them to take me with them anymore. And mom and dad…
One of the creatures bumps into the wardrobe, and causes it to almost fall on its side, with me still in it. I let out a yelp, and immediately regret it.
I know it's over now. There's a silence first, as if they need to progress what is going on. I keep my eyes shut, and my hands over my mouth. I wait for the end to come.
Then, all four of them, begin slamming into the wood. I hear it crack, it won't hold for long. I crawl back to the deepest of the wardrobe, and push my back against it. I hoped I would end up in a forest, meet a faun and a big lion, but no. It's just the back of the wardrobe.
The first one gets through the wood. It's ugly face manages to squeeze through the gap. He's clapping his jaws up and down, and his eyes are a strange kind of green.
I kick with my feet towards it, but it doesn't help. It only makes him want to get in more.
I hide behind my knees, and lay my head against it. I'm stuck. I'll never get out. I'm weak. I'm useless. I'm helpless.
Suddenly, the head is pulled away, out of the gap in the wood. I look up. The slamming fists disappear, and I hear voices. Those are not from the creatures. Those are real people.
I try not to breath, and just wait. What should I do? Open the door? But what if those people are bad people?
Before I can think of anything else, someone opens the wardrobe. Light shines in my eyes, and I can see a tall figure, holding a very big weapon. I blink my eyes against the light, and try to see the face of my saviour.
It's a guy, not very old, I think in his twenties. He has shaggy dark hair and friendly light eyes. He kneels down in front of me, and smiles.
"It's OK. They're gone. Everything will be OK."
And that's kinda where my story begins.
