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"The Eyes of the Mocking Bird"

My brother turned around to face the wall, closed his eyes, and began counting aloud. I ran up the stairs to his bedroom, opened his closet door, and hid inside.
I crawled behind a pile of clothes in his closet. He was pretty bad about cleaning. I was glad I was small enough to fit in here.
Outside the closet, his room was dark. It was dimly lit by the little bits of sunlight left that streamed in through the window on the far wall. The door to the closet was like any ordinary door, besides a grated section on the top half that barely allowed you to see outside. I hid here because I figured it'd be the last place he'd look. Also because I could see him come into the room and quickly throw some clothes on top hide within. I was determined to win this.
I heard him count to twenty before announcing he was coming to look for me. 
Footsteps could be heard from downstairs, making me giggle somewhat. I was glad to know he'd try searching everywhere he could think of down below before making his way up the stairs to me.
As he searched and searched downstairs, it grew hotter and hotter in the closet. And the hotter it got the worse it began to smell. Before I realized it, nearly ten minutes had passed. I had sweat pouring down my face and staining my clothes, the closet smell of dirty socks only grew stronger until it burned my nose. I had to brave through it, however. There was no way I was going to let him win.
Out of nowhere, I saw a dark figure creep from behind my brother's bed and slither its way to the door, leading outside the bedroom. Before reaching the door, the shadowy figure stopped in front of the closet door and for a brief moment I could feel its eyes on me. It made its way out of the room and I could see nothing more, as outside the bedroom door there was a dark void of nothingness.
What the hell was that thing? I asked myself. Way this some kind of trick to get me to leave my hiding spot and let him beat me? I would never fall for such a cruel joke. I will give him credit though, it certainly looked pretty creepy.
"Hey, brother, I'm up here!" I heard someone say, in my own voice, coming from what I could only assume was the basement door. Did that come from the dark figure? What ever it was, something felt extremely wrong. It could be a possibility that he was trying to pull one over on me, but I didn't want to risk it. 
I came out of the closet and called to him from upstairs. "I heard it too, that wasn't me!"

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