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My heart beat seemed to be increasing with each passing second. I still had my hand to the door knob, my poor limb frozen in place. I wasn't thinking straight, I couldn't even think clearly. Moments before I could push the door open, I heard a voice. A voice that screamed terror, a voice I wasn't ready to face who it belonged to.

I refused to believe he had just spoken. I just saw him, a couple of moments ago, muttering peacefully in his sleep, so how could he? The photograph! But it didn't make that much of a noise, it shouldn't have woken him up, unless in real sense, he wasn't really deep in sleep.

"Where do you think you're going?" I could hear his voice play dangerously loud in my head. "You didn't think I'd let you leave so easily, did you?"

I shut my eyes tight. There was something I always did when I was scared. Any time I got scared, which was really rare, I always closed my eyes and sort of tried to wish whatever danger I was in. It worked a couple of times, if you could cla