Mally hands are pinching so hard, and then all of a sudden they’re gone. I ease my eyes open. It’s still so dark.
I feel someone push a torch into my hands, and go for the switch. There. I flick it, and a beam of light shoots out. I shine it round me. There’s no one here.
I begin to panic again. No. I won’t let myself.
A deep breath in. “Very funny, guys.”
Silence. I hate the silence. It makes me feel so alone.
“Guys, you can come out now.”
Oh, come on, it’s not even funny. Why don’t they come out?
“I admit it, I’m scared.” I look round nervously. Come on!
And then it dawns on me. They’re not coming out. They’re…gone.
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