Must Hide

A Creative Non-Fiction of Fear

The massive portal slammed shut behind me with a satisfying sound as I dived into my sanctum. The invisibility cloak formed around me and I tried to slow my breathing. Anguished sounds echoed from the wall beyond, and the thuds of cyclopean footsteps shook me to the core.

I knew it was a risk. But I needed this precious gem, still tightly clutched in my hand. I knew the moment I glanced it. That moment it captured my attention and pulled at my very soul.

But those cries tore at me, cutting through the protective portal of my shield. Familiar wails of loss, and knowing that I was the cause.

Looking back at my prize, I quickly forgot the outside sounds. I have it, and now it is mine. I wonder at all I will be able to achieve with it.

The giant’s thumping steps broke my focus. They are coming towards my hidden location.

No.

I shuddered as I knew what would happen if he finds me. There was no outcome where I would be able to keep my new favorite trinket. It would be torn from my grasp as plainly as I ripped it from its previous owner.

The entrance began to rattle with dangerous pounding. It must be the giant. He followed me; probably the crying-one pointed him the direction. It matters not; I can only hope he bores before finding me.

Ensuring my invisibility shield was secure, I waited. An unexpected squeal escaped my mouth, my own body betraying me.

Then a grinding, squealing, paintful sound filled the air as the first layer of my protection was forced open. Louder still was the booming voice, decidedly inaudible to my ears.

I knew he called to me, baited me to leave my protective shield. My haven. He appealed to me.

But I must not give in. Just hold out for a few more minutes.

He will tire and leave; I will win my gem.

I felt the pressure against my invisibility cloak, soft and unsure. Holding my breath, I tried to stay as still as my body would allow. Then suddenly, it attempted to lift me, shield and all away from my hiding spot.

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