The Gas Chamber
Shadows crept across the wall of the boarding school dormitory.There was utter silence. It was so quiet you could hear a pindrop. Which was unusual with eight boisterous, hormonalteenagers forced into one room, with too much energy to sleep ata ridiculously early hour. We were playing
, a WWII
prisoner of war series on the telly. Six of us ‘prisoners’ would
hide at various points in the dormitory, while the two remaining
‘guards’ would take a flashlight and try and find us.