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Curin and I hop down the stairs into the musty, dark, black, hide and seek room. Upstairs Landon was counting.

”4….5….6…..7…..8,9,10 READY OR NOT HERE I COME!”

Immediately we run and duc behind the door of the small pantry Landon leaps onto the couch, causing us to giggle. He rubs his arm and jumps back up determined to find us on his second try. We muffled our laughs with our fluffy dresses\ as Landon checked inside the small pantry.

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I hear the door leading to me open and I see a strip of light come into the dark area. I squeeze farther and farther into my hiding spot, scared for my life.