The Hiding Place

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

According to Corrie & Betsie Ten Boom, life was a faith-building experience. Those two women were faced with one of the toughest experiences of their lives. Each day, Corrie and Betsie had to persuade each other that everything was going to be okay, once they were free from the “hell”, or the concentration camp they were placed in. And, yet, Corrie and Betsie somehow managed to keep in mind that God was with them.

door from the rear building, a locked door where he had hoped to wangle his way in.

Stealth – page 11. Stealthily, feeling like a actor in a Saturday-afternoon movie serial, Henry advanced toward the door and tried the handle

The class and I are trying to calm her down by saying,”It’s ok a soft lockdown is only when the police report there is someone in the area it doesn't mean that they are here with us.”

“WayWay!,” Jesse said loud, trying to not shout in case he woke the residents up. He scuttled down the path after his brother, who was determined to knock on this door. Up the rickety porch steps he went, it creaked and crackled under his weight.

“I don’t know. Tabitha took off with him a few hours before you guys showed up.”

When the agents broke into the complex they gave a signal code named ‘The Horse is in the House.’ They installed wire taps to spy on there McGovern, but they broke after 20 days. When they entered rooms they put tape on the doors so they wouldn’t get locked in. Frank Wills, a security card at the complex, noticed the tape on a door, so he took it off while an agent was in the room. He eventually got out, but he left his

“That night, again at Arajuno, Nate tossed sleeplessly, in hindsight thinking of devices they might have used to detain their Friday visitors. But Sunday morning before

He approached the door and looked inside. A single dim light illuminated a long passageway.

“Just keep on trekking. We’ll get there in time.” I respond with the last breath I have. “We just need to keep on pushing, otherwise we’ll get caught and there’s no way they’re sending us back to that.”

Wrapping his towel around his waist, he stood next to the sink and removed a razor from his shaving kit, looking at the sharp blade as he removed the plastic cover and shook the thought away. The banging on the door and the yelling of his name were getting more persistent the longer he stood and he could pick out the voices of his godfather and Jason in the background and knew everyone was worried when he wouldn’t come out of the bathroom. Lastly, he needed to get dressed and over the objections of his friends, go take care of his horse to keep his mind functioning in reality. As he heard the lock being picked, he knew Bill would have the door open in a few seconds, so he opened the door to the concerned faces staring at

Danny looked to the door and lazily got up, straightened up his clothing opening the door.

The door fell to the cemented floor with a loud bang. I stepped over the door to see stairs to my left that went up, and stairs that curled behind them going down. I went up the stairs. I reached the top. There was nothing there. Literally it was just a wooden wall. There has got to be something I though. I pounded on the door several times. The wood was cracking as I pounded into it. “Six where are you we are meeting heavy resistance,” George basically yelled into the radio. “I have no idea,” I said continuing to pound on the wood. That's when I heard George’s gatling gun sounding from behind me. Where am I, I thought. Instead of breaking like I thought it would; it fell down. Books scattered from it as the nail were ripped from the wall.

Would you allow your house to be used as a safe house for hiding many Jews from the police? The author that published The Hiding Place on November 1971 was Corrie ten Boom. This story takes place mostly in Corrie’s house and many different types of prisons or concentration camps of the Holocaust during World War II. The Hiding Place is the book of Corrie ten Boom and her family that began a network of safe houses for Jews called Beje that ultimately saved about 800 Jews and refugees from death. Corrie’s home was located above her family’s watchmaking shop, so if police ever came to their door, everyone would hear a noise that alerted them so that the Jews could hide in the secret room of the house. In the beginning, Corrie was fearful of getting