The church was quite. I was stuck in there, I ran up the damp, dark aisle searching for a hiding place. Over my shoulder the turning handle squeaking, the door slowly opening , I rolled under a bench my heart beating like a bullet being shot, I tried not to breath so loud but it was harder then I fought. I closed my eyes as hard as I could, I hear the door open properly then BANG shut. Steps coming closer and closer. They were each time it got closer I could hear it breath louder and louder, even louder then the lions breath even louder then Mr . shuttle worth's shout. As the closer it came the more I'd sweat dripping loudly on the floor lucky me it could not hear it as it was even louder then my life.