Fear crept in

        The day grew old as I stood at attention. My eyes darting, looking for every possible direction to get out. The darkness was overwhelming making me lose focus. I saw a small slit in the wooden boards which held the shatters together. Light surged through the slit helping me understand where I was. 

        I turned as the flooring creaked in protest at the shift of weight. I gulped a yelp as the portrait of a old bearded dude regarded me with cold and distant eyes. 'Sup?', I said, not very productive line to initiate conversation but thankfully the guy did not reply. I averted my gaze and looked up. The wooden boards were covered with dried leaves and twigs resulting from the change of season. The orange and brown leaves formed a trapeze obscuring the sky.

         I saw a slight movement, a rustle and the pendulum shook slowly. I took two careful and hesitant steps, bracing myself for the worst. The floor creaked again as I mentally kicked myself for not anticipating it and creating noise. Something moved behind me causing me to turn and come up with a brave plan for defending myself which sadly was kneeling o n the ground and begging mercy for ever coming here. And because I attempted doing both of them together, my knees buckled and I fell face first with a rat in front of me looking mildly annoyed. I dusted myself and got up.

         I spotted my mission and slowly crept towards it. The mission was secured with glass all around it. My excitement gave me away. I ran. Straight and fast, true to my aim, my eyes locked on the target. The floor groaned as I kept running. I approached the target and collected my breath, my lungs screamed for air which lacked because of the closed door. I slowly turned the lid hoping that no one heard me run. 

        The lid opened quite easily as my hand shot down. I grabbed around three of them. The number 3 was sacred and holy which we determined would be helpful for my mission. Suddenly the door opened, revealing a silhouette. Someone small but definitely not pleased to see me. My heart dropped in my stomach as I gathered my senses. I quickly searched for exit routes as her eyes bored into me. She was standing in front of the door blocking my way out. 

        She held out a stick and beckoned me to go to her. Fear crept in me as I started walking towards her. I approached her from left and she turned towards me. I side stepped her at the last moment and went for right as she lunged towards left. I ran climbing the stairs two at a time as my grandmother chased me. I emerged in the backyard leaving behind the darkness of the cellar. I raced to the house next door and showed the target locked in my fist. They exchanged few coins of course they had to bet. I handed one to each and inspected mine. I tore open the cover and soon was savouring the rich taste of the Belgian chocolates.