The church was empty. I was trapped in there. I ran up the dark aisle looking for a place to hide. Behing me was the clattering soun of the handle turning, the door squealing open. I dived between the benches and rolled muself under one, chest heaving against the cold stone floor. I mide myself as small as. I could and squeezed my eyes tight shut. I heard the door swing wider, then close with a heavy thump.

From Chapter 8,page 97

Footsteps.

Getting closer.

Ot glava 8,stranica 97

Carkvata e bila prazna . Bqx xvanat v kapan . iztichax na tamno patekata tarsite mqsto , kadeto da se skrie. Zad men beshe tropane zvuka na Obrashtaneto na drashta,vratata otvorena pishti. Az se xvarlix mejdu peikite i az se pretarkoli po edein, gardite vdigane sreshtu studa kameniiq pod.Az napravi sebe si kato malka , kolkoto mojex stisna ochite si zdravo .