“Phillip!” Called the coaxing voice of one of my relatives, Ana, “Come out come out, where ever you are!” She dragged her feet swiftly along the creaky, wooden floors, swinging every door she passed open, and checking every hiding place possible. It was only a matter of time until the twelve year old girl found who she was looking for – me! Meanwhile, Kristy, my oldest cousin, was closer to her target than I realized, and she went for the only obstacle in-between us – the door. She taunted my nerves as she slowly opened the creaking door. My heart was pounding; all my thoughts of escaping met their end as Kristy’s eye met mine as I pressed my back against the wall. Her entire image was now shadowing over me, and the whites of her eyes gleamed.
“Found you.” She whispered evilly to me, and then yelled from the doorway, " Ana ! I found Phillip! He’s in the hall closet!” She stretched her arms and legs out, touching the doorframe, “And he’s not getting away this time.”
(In memory of) The rebirth of