[ WP ] Four men , completely unrelated and different from each other , are hiding in a cramped closet for various reasons . What the hell are those reasons that they are now hiding in a closet with three other strangers ?

`` Oh god, he's *coming*.'' 
 `` *SHHH*, he'll *hear* us!'' 
 It was too late. The ceiling of their small closet trembled with footsteps. I was n't sure what to expect. Of course their hunter was n't quiet. He did n't *need* to be quiet. These were the slow, deliberate foot falls of a man who owned this place. 
 `` We're not going to make it!'' 
 `` *Shut up! *'' I hissed. I did n't know who any of these people were. At the moment, they were just three strangers about to reveal our cramped sanctuary. This closet... it was the last safe haven. 
 It was suddenly quiet. 
 He did n't need to be quiet. 
 What was going on out there? 
 Oh god. A rattling filled the space. 
 The door knob. 
 It turned. 
 Oh god. 
 `` **FOOOUND YOOOOU**!'' 
 The door was thrown open. One of us screamed. My throat was raw. It must have been me. 
 A stocky, familiar frame loomed over the four of us, cramped in our pathetic hiding place. 
 This was n't going to work. 
 It was never going to work. 
 It was over. 
 The hunter smirked. `` You scream like a *bitch*, Harold.'' 
 One of the strangers snorted. It triggered an avalanche of laughter that cascaded over me. 
 Our HR department would hear about this. As company icebreakers go, sardines was a *terrible* idea.
