Jenny froze. There was another knock. It seemed closer than the last.
She only stopped for a moment, certain the door was far behind her. It must be. She had already walked several miles.
Determined to keep going, Jenny weaved her way through the rooms. A weak attempt to escape the relentless knocking.
Something about the rooms drew Jenny in further. Drawing out long forgotten memories. Oh, how she longed to stay in those memories.
The knocking finished with a crescendo. Jenny’s final panicked breaths filled the old refrigerator, while she settled with the regret of suggesting hide and seek.