There we were, in a dark eerie corridor. Simon called out, “1..2…”. I ran, hid down under the creaky, vintage, dusty chair. I held my breath to make it easier for myself to not be caught. Of course, I thought he’d find me quickly. I mean he’s a pro at this game. Simon called out “3.., i’m coming for you!”. There it was, silent yet audible footsteps. The wooden boards creaking, and the moon shining...