“Hideout” – Friday Fictioneers, 9 September 2012

It was almost pitch black inside. He quickly stepped inside and closed the wooden door behind him. The floorboards moaned under the weight of his steps. The place wasn’t perfect but it looked like a good place to hide from them.
He tried to keep his head clear from any thoughts. They would find him as soon as he allowed a single one entering his mind. The pain seemed less intense now. He relaxed a little bit and sat down on the floor. He wondered if anyone would miss him. Immediately the darkness became darker and the air thickened. I’m a naive fool, he thought. No one will ever miss me. He sighed. They had found him.
Once more, the pain became more apparent...

This story has been written as an entry for the Friday Fictioneers. Go to Madison Woods' blog to find out more about it. Comments and constructive criticism are most welcome.