Short and not too sweet

"Danny? Are you there?"

Her voice cracked with fear as the darkness enveloped Michelle. Where Danny might be she had no idea. It had been more than an hour since he'd asked her to stay where she was, sitting on an upturned crate, popping the air from the bubble wrap. Michelle wondered why she had agreed to accompany her brother on what could only end up a painful and grievous episode. If he didn't come back she'd be the one that they would all blame, just like last time.

Just like last time.

"DANNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

Her screaming was answered only by the sound of the rats scratching around in the darkest corners. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes, threatening to unleash themselves in a torrent of salty water down her face.

"Boo!" Michelle screamed again, this time the tears falling in rivers. Standing behind her was Danny. She reached up with her fists and began to pummel them against his chest. All this time, Danny was watching her, trying not to laugh.

"You bastard, you bastard," Michelle yelled at him. Danny couldn't keep the laughter in any longer. Michelle let out a gasp, a suppressed giggle.

"Want to see what I found?" Danny asked, taking Michelle's hand and dragging her deeper into the shadows.