The walls started closing in, pressing them together.

(chapter originally by Zendle at writing.com)

The two teens didn't really think much of the blank stretch of corridor they entered with no paintings on the walls, Melissa especially was just happy to not have their eyes following them. They also didn't notice right away that the corridor was getting narrower as they went along, eventually getting to the point where Melissa was directly behind Tom and the walls only extended half a foot on either side But both soon realized how bad this was when the path ahead was suddenly blocked by a wooden wall slamming down in front of them. Causing Melissa to scream.

"Jesus Christ!" She shouted, hands still trying to keep the shirt down. "The hell was that about?"

"False end maybe?" Tom said hopefully. "Come on lets go back before-" Another wooden wall slammed down behind them. "That happens."

The two glanced at each, blushed, then averted their eyes. it had been awkward seeing each other in some form of undress, and oddly the scary mansion didn't help.

Before could say anything else the new walls were no moving toward them, on what Tom assumed to be some mechanism in the floor and ceiling.

"Tom what's happening!" Melissa squealed, her voice now several octaves higher than normal.

"Walls are coming in!" Tom replied.

"I see that...I mean..." Melissa trailed off. The two, who had been standing back to back now turned around and faced each other as the walls moved closer and closer. Toms persistent erection now found itself in the position of being mere centimeters from Melissa scantily clad lower region. The two looked into each others eyes, Melissa's shining with tears, when she suddenly threw her arms around him.

"I don't want to die!" She wailed. "Make it stop! Please!"

Tom didn't say anything and simply hugged his friend. The walls were pressing against their backs, putting their bodies closer together, Tom was sure that they would soon be crushed. he closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Then the noises stopped, along with the walls.

Melissa and Tom were still embracing each other, trapped in a very tiny space no bigger than a small broom cupboard. Melissa's soft brown hair was in his face. He could feel Her breath in his ear.

"Are we alive?" She whispered.

"I think so." He whispered back.

The two stood their, pressed together, Melissa wrapped around Toms bare torso, Tom trying not to get his penis in a position they'd both regret. when suddenly...