"Wow!" he said, as he stood up on his leg. "It feels much better!"
 "That's great!" I said, and took my arm off his shoulder.
 "That doesn't mean I don't want you to hold me anymore!" he smiled, then grabbed my hand. We headed toward the door. It swung open and Alex burst through it. He was breathing heavily, and his forehead was sweaty.
 "Run!" he gasped. "Hide!" He ran in, pulling Stephanie behind him. He took a quick look around and then dove in the open closet door. I was about to ask him what in the heck he was yelling about, when I heard some footsteps coming down the hall.
 "What the!" I whispered. Frederick grabbed my arm too, and we ran into the other closet and sat there, listening, on a huge pile of toilet paper. Someone entered the room, whistling a song I'd never heard before. I strained my ears, only to hear them. . . relieve them self!
 "Oh man! Disgusting!" mumbled Frederick.
 "Shh!" I said, raising my finger to my lips, despite the fact that the closet was pitch black. "Shut up!"
 "Oh, please, tell me there's plenty of toilet paper on the roll!" cried Frederick. I laughed quietly and put my hand over his mouth, then tapped him on the head.
 "You're gonna get us into some trouble if you don't stop it!"
 "Okay, okay. I'll be good." he said. Then lay down. "Hmm, this stuff's pretty comfy. I wonder what brand it is? Maybe Cottonel, the three-ply kind. Ooh! "
 We were interrupted by the sound of flushing, and then the "clack" of shoes against the hard floor. The person walked over to the tub, and scuffed their shoes on the wet floor. Then we heard them pivot around, and run out of the room.
 I opened the door just in time to see Alex explode through the closet and fall flat on the ground. He scrambled to his feet and reached back in the closet, grabbing Stephanie.
 "Hurry, guys! Whoever that was knows that someone's been here, and surely they're going to send someone down to check! We've gotta ditch the crime scene!"
 Me and Frederick stepped out of our hiding place and headed for the door. Alex poked his head out and checked around. "Okay, it's safe for now! Let's go!"
 We ran out and sped down the hall.
 "But where are we going?" asked Stephanie.
 "I don't know, but I'm sure the farther away we are from that room, the better!"
 So the four of us ran blindly down a whole bunch of hallways that all looked the same. Eventually, the scenery changed. The walls were no longer blank, but contained photos and awards. None of us recognised the people in the pictures, or the name on the awards. There were awards for miss jr. teen America, runner up. Mini soccer tournament, 3rd place. Silver medal in the pie-eating father/daughter race.
 "What is this? Some kind of ‘Hall of lame?'" asked Stephanie.
 "Yeah, this girl didn't win anything!" exclaimed Frederick. "Look! All she got for this competition was a participation ribbon!"
 We walked down the hallway, glancing at all the certificates, badges, ribbons, awards and trophies. I didn't see a single ‘gold', ‘1st place', ‘VIP' or anything! The name on the trophies, "Godiva", had some eerie familiarity to it, but I couldn't place a finger on what it was. Instead of risking the possibility of appearing psycho, I kept my trap shut.
 We made our way farther down the hallway. The chain of awards stopped, and the walls were blank again. There was a door ahead, and when we arrived to it, Frederick stopped.
 "What do you suppose is behind this door?" he asked.
 "Only one way to find out." I said. I opened the door. It was pitch black inside. I stepped back as a truly rank smell emerged. I reached in and felt around for a light switch. "There's no switch," I told them. "I'm not goin' in if there's no light."
 "Yeah, I don't really need to know what's in there anyway." said Frederick.
 "Hey," I interrupted. "What's that noise?"
 They listened, but said they didn't hear anything.
 Then Alex whispered, "Oh yeah, that ‘knock, knock, knock'?"
 "Yup, that's it." I replied.
 "What! I don't hear–oh wait! I hear it now!"
 "It's getting louder!" I noted. "Hey! I think it's feet! Someone's running!" I exclaimed, pleased I'd solved the mystery. My expression changed to concern. "Wait a minute! We're in big trouble!"
 "What do we do, what do we do?" Frederick asked frantically.
 "In here!" yelled Alex. He pushed us into the dark room. It was cold, and our whispers echoed in the darkness. There was an unpleasant odour that filled the air like a heavy cloud. I plugged my nose.
 "I think there's more than two feet out there." Stephanie whispered. "I think there's four."
 "You mean we're dealing with some four legged animal?" asked Frederick.
 "No, dill weed," Alex said. I gave him a brutal kick in the shins. "I, I mean Frederick. She thinks there are two people out there."
 "So, I'm assuming that the concept of sarcasm is new to you?" asked Frederick.
 "Huh?" asked Alex.
 "You're an idiot." said Frederick.
 "Shut up, both of you!" I said. "The footsteps are close now."
 They got so loud I would've sworn they were inside my head. Then they stopped, nearly in front of the door. Heavy breathing filled the silence. Then a voice, gasping for breath, yelled out,
 "Casi, you're. . .you're sure they came this way?"
 "Yes. . .yes I'm sure. I heard. . .voices!"
 "Well, there's no one here now!"
 "Maybe they went in here!" the footsteps came over to the door. I held my breath.
 "Nah! No one would be dumb enough to go in the crypt!"