"Maaatt, Woooods...." His quiet voice echoed through the room as the click of the knife against metal clanged across the vast space. I covered my mouth and closed my eyes, terrified to make any noise. Cold sweat was pouring down my forehead and into my eyes, but I didn't dare to wipe it away in case he somehow heard. He laughed, an evil menace behind it, and I slowly squeezed myself further into the tight space I was in, also helping Woods. As I stared into my friends wide, brown eyes, I thought one thing: How could this have happened to someone we thought was our friend?