The Diary of Anne Frank by Anne Frank

In all probability the man and woman with the torch had alerted the police. It was Sunday night, Easter Sunday. The next day, Easter Monday, the office was going to be closed, which meant we wouldn't be able to move around until Tuesday morning. 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.