The church felt dead. Trapped, there was no way to escape. I ran down the dark aisle searching for a place to hide , my heart pounding. Behind me the clattering sound of a handle turning echoed through the dilapidated church. The door creaked open. Frantically I dived towards a gap in-between two benches hoping that they hadn't seen me. The floor was cold. My hands felt like blocks of ice. Foot steps, getting louder as they came closer and closer towards me. Beads of sweat ran down my face. Every part of me was shaking. I could see the shadow of someone creeping closer. It kept coming closer , it was like it new where I was...