The Hideout Author:Ever Bunting I told myself that I wasn't hungry anymore and that I was safe till morning. That this was the perfect hideout. — I guess I slept. — But I wasn't safe. — Because sometime in the night I wakened to a small, muffled noise, to knowing somebody was in the room with my, somebody who hadn't switched on the lights but who had a flashlight with a narrow wh... more »ite beam that was sweeping around. Sweeping in my direction« less