Think of it, having to sit in such terror for a day and two nights!
We thought of nothing, but simply sat there in pitch darkness—in her fear, Mrs. van D. had switched off the lamp.
We whispered, and every time we heard a creak, someone said, “Shh, shh.” It was ten-thirty, then eleven. Not a sound.
Father and Mr. van Daan took turns coming upstairs to us. Then, at eleven-fifteen, a noise below.
Up above you could hear the whole family breathing. For the rest, no one moved a muscle.
Footsteps in the house, the private office, the kitchen, then... on the staircase.
All sounds of breathing stopped, eight hearts pounded. Footsteps on the stairs, then a rattling at the bookcase.
This moment is indescribable. “Now we're done for,” I said,
and I had visions of all fifteen of us being dragged away by the Gestapo that very night.
More rattling at the bookcase, twice. Then we heard a can fall, and the footsteps receded.
We were out of danger, so far! A shiver went though everyone's body,
I heard several sets of teeth chattering, no one said a word. We stayed like this until eleven-thirty.
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