Despite being a way's away from you currently, the Closet seemed to be the safest choice. James had already begun counting, and he was already around 30. You dashed past Jame's bare feet, and his toes wiggled in delight, but you didn't know what he delighted about. You hastily squeezed in through an open crack at the door of the closet. James soon finished counting, and he began stomping around to look and find you.
You breathed a sigh of relief that James was first checking his bed, and inside his metallic container of Pokemon Cards. You walked further into the dark closet before your shoe stepped on something squishy. You quickly plugged your nose, as the thing emitted a dirty smell. "Wait..is this his dirty underwear?!" You shrieked quietly. It occurred to you that this was where he kept old, dirty, stinky underwear.
You gagged at the smell, and poked your head outside the closet again. James was actually walking over to the closet now, and his bare feet were coming closer with every incoming pound of his steps.
James opened the door, and searching around the closet, he...
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