I knew they would eventually find me, that I was just delaying the inevitable, but I hid anyway. And I’ll admit it wasn’t the best hiding spot to begin with, but I was desperate. Under no other circumstances would I consider hiding in a coffin. Although I suppose that’s what I get for suggesting we play hide and seek in a funeral home. I’ve no idea what on earth I could’ve POSSIBLY been thinking, and can only imagine how stupid I must’ve sounded when I uttered the words “Oh, hey, I have an idea! Lets play hide and seek in the funeral home!!!” Great idea, Charlene, great idea. NOT!!! I suppose I should just finish counting, and get my turn as ‘it’ over with.
“98, 99, 100!!! READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!!!”
**NOTE**
The words in italics are being thought.
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I like how you made almost the entire story from her thoughts while she's in the coffin. I think it would be fun (if you're in a spookey mood, that is) to continue this story, and maybe the reader can always be in Charlene's head while she's in this funeral home?
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