KURT CURSED UNDER HIS breath as he wondered how he had been spotted, he was sure he was out of sight. Tightening his grip on the knife, he moved further back into the darkness of the factory, hoping the teens wouldn’t come looking for him, and that they would assume they were mistaken and hadn’t really seen someone. He quickly realised he was not to be so lucky as the sound of footsteps approached, they were muffled by the dust that lay thick on the floor but still echoed off the walls and the machinery, making it seem as though they were closing in on him from all directions.
He continued to back up and hope the teens would forget about him; he didn’t want to hurt them, they were just looking for fun, but when they appeared in front of him, and the light shone brightly in his face, he re
