The church hall was deserted. I trapped between it's high walls, there is no longer no way to get in nor get out. I was disconnected with the world. Slowly, I walked up the aisle to find a place to hide. As I searched, a chilly wind went through the cracked, stained glass windows it was as cold as the Artic. Suddenly I, heard a clattering sound, it was the door handle. Quickly I, slid in between the church benches and I rolled myself beneath one, my chest squeezed against the stone cold floor. I made myself the smallest I could and held my eyes tight shut. The door swung open and shut with a heavy bang that shook the whole church.
Footsteps
Getting closer
And Closer