Sticks dimly light up darkness. Screams echo all around you. You hear your own heavy breath as you run in fear and anticipation. An outline of a figure running, about to turn in your direction. You drop down and lay there, still. Throat dry, you wait there, hands against the grass. The outline of the foe passes. Your safe, for now. A door opens in a house near by. Time for spiced tea! She calls. Everyone runs inside, vigorously chatting. Dark autumn nights playing hide and seek really are the best.