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Locke Manor – Guest Wing
He heard the door opening, and realized that his hopes of quietly sleeping the night away in this not-too-shabby dwelling had quickly dissapated into panic of being hung from the gallows by morning. He wanted to squeak his fear, but bit his tongue. There, the door stood open and all he had to to was dart in, close it, and hide. Could he do so, and not be noticed? If the person coming into the hallway saw the door close...would they think nothing of it? He had to try, anyway. fruitless as it might seem.
He leaped into the room, and closed the door behind him, ran over towards the back of the room, and tried to find a place to hide. The bed was too low to craw under. The closet? Yes! The closet! He darted into the closet and shut the door behind him.
Now all he had to do was control his breathing.
Calm down! Calm...calm....calm...breathe in...hold...hold...breathe out...okay...think...puppies...puppies...breathe.. .
[ 09-25-2006, 05:31 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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