I can't remember what time it was when I hid in the closet. It feels like hours have passed, but it could be minutes. My heart has slowed down a bit, but I can still feel its palpitations in my throat.
The shadow found me in the basement while I was rummaging around in some old storage containers. At first I thought it was just the coats hanging on the wall, but then it blinked, and I saw milky white eyes staring at me. They looked like the gaze of a starved animal. I ran from it and hid in the hall closet.
While I hid, it searched, tearing through the hallway and into the living room. It's irregular breathing betrayed its location as it moved from one end of the house to the other, trying to find me.
I held my breath and waited for it to go back to the basement. If it returned to where it came from, I could lock the door and get the hell out of here.
I listened closely, but it had stopped searching. It was probably waiting for me to come out of hiding.
Then, I felt a cool breath tickle my neck. White eyes blinked next to me and a ragged voice whispered, "I like this hiding spot too.”