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It is an uneventful Saturday night. I am lying on the couch sleepily
watching "Shock Theater" on the local TV station. I am just about to doze
off, when I hear a noise outside. I tiptoe over to the window to check it
out. I peek, see what causes the blood to freeze in my veins, and quickly
make my way upstairs. It is what I have been dreading, they have come for
me at last.
I run from room to room like a man insane, looking anywhere for a place to hide. Maybe the attic. No, that will be one of the first places they will look. Hurry, hurry! Pick a place, a good place, and maybe I'll be safe after all. I finally decide on the guest room.I go in, run to the closet and open the door so hard that it almost comes off its hinges! I close the door, get as far back in the closet as I can get, and cover myself with dirty clothes. I have a small chance if I can just stay quiet. Minutes drag by. I can hear them going from room to room. Oh, they are looking for me alright! There is no question about that. Quiet, quiet, I must remain as quiet as a mouse. I can feel my heart thudding in my ears. They will get to this room very soon. My whole body feels cold and clammy. My clothes are drenched from the sweat. Will they be able to smell the fear radiating off my body like a cornered rat? Can I stand the suspense any longer. Just now, I hear the guest room door open. They are in the room.Oh Lord, can I continue to keep quiet? I hear them walking around out there. Probably looking under the bed. Keep quiet, hold my breath! Don't dare breathe, they'll hear it. Stay focused, don't make a sound. Footsteps coming toward the closet. Hold on. The closet door swings open! I hear it! I hold my breath! I hear clothes being moved on the hangers above me. Don't scream, hold on! Don't breathe, although my lungs ache so badly. Oh God, hang on for just a little longer. Maybe they won't.... CAUGHT!!! They find me after all!! I feel their hands pull me out of my hiding place. I can't look at them, I keep my eyes closed tight. No use to see the horror that is to come. Carried; I am being carried. The torture will come any minute, of course. There is no doubt of that. They are stripping me of my clothes now. I feel the air cooling the sweat on my body. They are lowering me into the warm liquid. I can stand it no longer. I open my eyes. The tears come freely. Through my blurred vision, I can barely make them out, but it is definitely THEM. It is all over. I have lost the game. Mom and Dad laugh. The "Saturday Night Bath Ritual" has begun! THE END!!!
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