I made sure that I stayed perfectly still, made sure that I didn’t move, that I didn’t even breathe in the wrong direction. Is similar to Marcel as this thing looked, there is no way for me to know whether or not it was actually him—meaning that I had no way of knowing whether or not I was actually safe.
I heard a noise—a noise that sounded strangely like someone trying to catch their breath. But despite the curiosity that I was struggling to suppress, I didn’t turn my head to see who it was, not willing to move in these circumstances. The best that I could do was look in the direction of the noise through my peripheral vision.
Admittedly, it didn’t make much of a difference, because I still couldn’t see anything, still couldn’t see who it was who had come up to us—I just prayed, I hav
