Fear - a very short story

She sat in the dark holding herself still like a hare sensing a predator is near, squeezing her eyes closed she flinched. Another noise. Gooseflesh crawled over her skin like tiny ants, her scalp tingling with the sensation. What was that noise...? Had he moved on? Had she heard him nearby? She didn't know but what she did know was thar time had passed by the cramp strangling her legs. Then, oh god no, a tickle in her throat, and she knew it. Of course, Sod's law would have her need to move, need to cough, need to bloody well sneeze, when all she needed was to stay still and be quiet.

She mentally tried to shove it away all the bad sensations away, force it to the back of her mind but she couldn't! She could feel the panic start to claw through her chest. Oh god, now she was freaking out. Fuck it, she had to move, if he was going to find her he would have already. She shifted position, as quietly and as carefully as possible, the place where she hid creaked, the sound like a shot in the dark. She stifled the moan she wanted to make knowing it was too late she was done for.

Suddenly her hiding place flooded with light and like a spotlight it shone down on her upturned face, her huge dark eyes, she shrieked high and loud as a mans lowly voice purred "Gotcha…"

She grumbled and crawled out of the hiding space "Bastard. I'm never playing hide and seek with you again …"