Hide and seek
Oh my God, we shouldn't have done it, we shouldn't have done it! Max flattened himself against the back of the closet. Handa and Megane were pressed to his sides, both as scared and wide-eyed as he was. The trio stared at the thin rope he had used to bind the doors from the inside, so that… that thing couldn't open it; the rope's old and fraying, it won't last even a minute.
"This wasn't supposed to happen, this can't be real, this can't be, it can't be real!" Megane whimpered, rocking back and forth. It was supposed to be a game, just a game playing upon superstitions.
They were in his parents' bedroom (a chair propped up against the door knob) yet from the living room three bedrooms down he could clearly hear the TV playing, static distorting the sound horribly. "It's still out the – ," Handa begin but Megane slapped his hand over the boy's mouth, his forearm smacking Max in the nose. He didn't make a sound but his head snapped back and hit the wall with a dull thud.
"What – Was –That?" the TV's white noise suddenly cleared and it began changing channels, the words used to form sentences. The three boys pressed closer together.
"Where – Are – You?" Was it him or did a door somewhere open? The closet has slats to look out of, so look out he did. The bedroom door was closed, chair still holding it fast. Thank God!
"Are – You – In here?" Another door opened.
"How about here?" Another door, closer now. "No? Where are you? Where –Are you – Where – Are – You – Hiding?"
Max's mouth went dry as the TV volume got louder and louder and doors began opening and slamming rapidly. It was as if they were being yanked open and slammed shut in fits of rage.
The TV then went nuts:
"I'm going to – Find you – And – When – I do – I'm going to – Kill – You! Kill! Kill! KILL!"
"I'm gonna find you – I'm – Going – To find – You! I'll open – You – Up and – Fill – Your – Guts with – Rice too! Come out, come out. Where have you been – Hiding?! Whereareyouwhereareyouwhereareyouwhereareyouwhereareyouwhereareyouwhereareyouwhereareyou – WHERE ARE YOU!"
The chair flew away from the door as something rammed it from the other side. Max scooted as far into the closet as he could. Handa stared at him and mouthed, "What'll we do?" Max couldn't answer.
There was a crash that reverberated throughout the house, and then it all went quiet. Even the TV was silent. "M-Max, do – do you think i-it-it's gone?" Megane asked, peeking over his hands. "I-is it o-over?"
They waited a few more minutes, each taking turns to peer through the closet door slats, and then Max finally said, "I think it's over." They stared at each other in relief, and Handa even whooped as he undid the knots.
The room was a mess, the drawers ripped out, the lamp and the radio clock smashed into pieces, the chair they had used on the door lay broken on its side, and the magnificent hardwood door splintered almost in two and hanging off its hinges. Max whistled at the damage. "Man, my parents are gonna be furious! Look at this!"
Surveying the damage, Megane remarked mockingly, "How petty that spirit was, it wrecked the room just because it couldn't even get us in the closet."
The TV came back on.
"You don't say."
The End
Happy (belated!) Halloween to you all!