Warning: Dark themes and a creepy character or two ahead.

   A sliver of white light pierced the darkness of the closet through the slightly ajar door.

One brown eye peeked through that crack, searching. Ears alert for even the slightest sound from the outside world and all muscles relaxed, lips tightly pursed together in concentration.

Hidden beneath the heaps of clothes on the shelf and hangers filled with brightly coloured clothes, the young boy lowered his head away from the ceiling and sunk even more into his haven. He could not let her find him, under any circumstances whatsoever.

He was determined to win the game- no he had to win. There was not any other option.

To win, he had to hide and not be found, and the best hiding place was the closet. It was obvious place or so most people would think. It was where he was that mattered the most. The fool would never find him. All that work of crawling through and replacing the vents to exit at the tippy top shelf of the closet was not going to waste. He was 4 shelves up. No one would expect a child to do that. Only someone as smart as him could think of that.

Soft, almost non-existent footsteps entered the storage room from an eerie gentle singer. She was here. The notes rang out clear, as the red-eyed, white- haired albino stood at the doorway.

"Knock, knock I am at your door. I am coming in- no need for me to ask permission," gently bounced off the walls, her long sweeping silver gown, flooding the floor as she moved.

"........Where is it you've hid.....I'm looking underneath your bed now..." she narrated dropping to her knees and lifting up the cotton sheet. The boy's eyes twitched in annoyance. Her attempts to unnerve him with haunting, yet pretty singing was more of an annoyance than anything.

"You're not here. I wonder........could you be inside the closet? Just wait, you can't hide from me......I'm coming," she whispered the last part now in front the closed door.

Finally, the moment of truth.

Ceramic hands, yanked open the doors, flooding the closet with light. The boy's eyes lit up with excitement as he observed the slight surprise in the blood-coloured pools on an otherwise apathetic face as they scanned the lifeless closet, with gleeful anticipation.

Fool, he thought.

Soon, the door slammed shut, the closet shaking a bit at the impact and the footsteps receded. He waited for what seemed like eons until he was sure she was gone.

Happy and lithe as a bunny, he opened the vent and crawled out into the room, ensuring to replace everything. He skipped out into the hallway lighted by the chandelier.

He had won! He had won! No one could catch him!

Soft, cold hands suddenly wrapped around his arm and yanked him back.

No, this wasn't fair! He couldn't lose! Tears of frustration streamed down his cheeks.

"Ace...you're it," the albino whispered.

A/N One of my shorts *bows*