"I'm going to count to thirty." Sienna explains.
I have goosebumps all over my arms just from hearing the sound of her voice.

"So we have thirty seconds to hide?" Lucy clarifies. She sounds scared.

I guess we all are. This was a terrible idea. Willow was right, somethings are better left alone.

"That's the point of counting." Sienna deadpans.

"Let's just get this over and done with." I sigh heavily.

Playing hide and seek with an evil entity is about as bad as a chemical burn. One of us will die before the weekend is over, we might as well speed up the process. I'm not optimistic about this situation, to say the least.

Sienna begins counting in a flat, morbid voice.

Willow dashes down the hallway and I run into my bedroom.
I don't see Lucy.
I hope she found a good hiding place.
I hope we can all survive this.
I hope that hope is good enough to get us to the sunrise.

I climb into my closet and I pull down all of my clothes, burrowing myself away. Maybe she'll open the closet and think that I'm just a messy person.

I know that I probably shouldn't, but I can't help it. I think about all of the aspects of my life that I'll miss when I'm dead. Rainy days spent curled up in bed, pipping hot coffee, playing Monopoly with my parents, going to the mall with my friends and the smell of freshly mown grass.

Maybe I'll make it out alive.
Maybe I'll be able to beat her.
Maybe I'll see the sunshine again.
I hear footsteps out in the hallway.

I wish I had brought the bottle of wine with me into the closet.

I can't breathe, I can't even risk blinking my eyes for one second. I can hear something going on in the guest bedroom opposite my bedroom. You can't hear much when you're buried underneath almost all of your clothes, but I can make out Sienna talking. I wonder who she got to first. Lucy or Willow?

I grab fistfuls of clothing and clutch as hard as I can. I don't want to die. Not like this. I don't want my friends to die and to be forced into killing me, either.

The entire house is dead quiet for a long, long time.
I decide to make a run for it.
Maybe I could run away and call the police or something. I open my closet door slowly and roll out, bringing some clothing out with me. I tip toe as silently as possible down the hallway. I can't stop myself from peeking into the guest bedroom.

Sienna's back is turned to me and she is stabbing Willow repeatedly with a big knife. Willow doesn't even scream. She's probably dead already. I walk faster and try not to scream on Willow's behalf.

I try to ignore the feeling of fear building a home within my chest as I make my way to the front door. I open the front door as silently as possible and I dash out into one of the bushes.
My jeans get torn against a branch, but I don't care.

Then I realize something very crucial to the rest of my existence.
I left my cellphone in the house.