You're staying overnight at April's house for a sleepover. You two thought it would be fun, because it's been a while since you two hung out. You arrive at one in the afternoon and are in her bedroom, playing on your phones. April is munching on a burrito, she brought a whole half-dozen and is finishing off her last one.
"So Sarah,"
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna tell ghost stories in my tiny closet?"
"Sure, sounds fun, but aren't you going to fart a ton after all those burritos?"
"It's fine, I totally can hold them in," April stands up and walks over to her closet. "After you," April gestures.
"Fine by me," you crawl into her closet. Surprisingly, there aren't any clothes in it. It's so small that you have to crouch down in order to fit in, and there's only room for one person. You sit down, "Hey April, there's only room for one person in here."
"Exactly," April shuts the door.
"Hey!" you try to break out, but find out that the door is locked. Luckily, there's a thin vent in the door, so you can still breathe.
"Haha, sticky situation, huh?"
"Shut up! Once my parents pick me up, I'm out of here!"
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Sar... Since it's summer vacation, I asked your parents to let you stay for a whole week, and my parents are in on this too."
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