"Great Ideas"

Today at my Dad's house, my 'sister' got a larger crate for her dog to sleep in. It was rather large, and K (my sister) could fit in it well, being that she is likely under 5 feet or so. Many hours after we had finished putting the crate together, since it was the hook together kind, our cousin (or I think she is) came to stay the night. The to of us decited to put K in the crate for fun, being my idea first, and put sorts of chains and binds on the door to try to keep her in. the first try, we had just used a cell phone charger to keep her in, but soon we added in a dog leash and a belt. I soon came up with the idea to keep K inside the crate by wrapping cello-tape to the door to the frame. All the while with these locks on the door, we had also put many blankets to keep it darker AND kept the lights off, well, besides a wickless candle, but that didn't put out too much light.

"Escape and Trial"

With each time, she escaped and we put her back in. I belive that the first two times, out of four, were done honestly by her and the last two times she had popped the back part of the crate out and escaped out the back. The third time I knew that she had escaped by two thumping noises in the back, which I did not let go unknowticed. I went to envestagate.
"K~! K~???" I asked sweetly near the outside of the door. I had turned the hallway light on so that I could see. I leaned on the wall.
I heared a moan that lead me to run off screaming "SHE'S OUT!!!!" as loud as I could, too close to a scream of bloddy murder.
Each time she had escaped, she has tried to put us inside the cage. In those last efforts, I had decited to go in as an act to please her discomforted soul. It wasn't pretty.

"Extreme Hide and Seek"

The cell was warm under the many blankets there was on top of the crate. There was also a blanket inside too that I hoped that I would use as a pillow to sleep the time away. At first I did try to sleep, but I was too big for it, and it was unconfortable. After a while of slouched sitting, I tried to call for help, but I found it really hard to scream, like it was some sort of taboo to yell. I eventually did yell.
"HELP! HELP! I HAVE TO GO PEE! HELP! I'M LONELY!!!" I bellowed, but I don't they cared. I began to pannic. I knew that I had to get out, there was no other way. Carefully, I traced my fingers to the blanket outside and pulled it in a way so that more light could be let in. I began on the belt that my cousin had only buckeled, being my former accomplice. I soon began on the cellphone cord, and then to the last one, the dog leash. I got the main part untied, but what was next was to get it out. I tried to put the metal part out, but it wouldn't work. I tried and tried, but it was fruitless. I sat with low head and tried pulling in insead of out. It worked! I fixed the twin latched up and out and got the door open as quietly as I could. My stepmom of Doom and Decay was in the bathroom left to me. I didn't know if she saw me. I ran into my bedroom, which is parrallel to her's, and grabbed my phone. If I had to be alone again, I could at least not be lonely. I dove for my closet and found a sweetspot away from any holes and sat there. I was shaking, hoping not to be found. The two girls came down the hallway and into K's room. They found out of my escape. They began to call my name and soon began to search nearby rooms. My cousin came to search my room.
As most of you might not know, I have MANY pillows on my bed, so it made it look like I was in my bed. My cousin fell for this, making her look like a fool. She came to the closet and looked at the left side, K's side, which was more open. She looked both left and right, but thankfully didn't see me.I sat there and reached for my phone. Trying to reach my one safe haven, I texted this to my dad: 'I'm hiding'.
The search rose back up again after begining to settle. K spoke:
"She's probly in her closet."
"But I already checked in there."
My cousine came back into my room and looked on my side.She looked at me, and I instintingly smiled, but if I could of, I'd of cried. I was honestly afraid. I haven't felt fear like that in a long time. Ironicly, the girl who game me that fear is in my P.E. class! And I'm friends with her!
I came back into the living room and sat down. I looked at my father and shot him the look 'You ratted me out you punk a** b***h!'. And then I watched Rugrats. The End!

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Pardon my for my mistakes. It's 11:44+ and I am assez tired. Night! Don't forget to comment if you want with your reaction!!!!