Short but not Sweet

RUN!

'Run!' read the note in my hand.

My head was throbbing like it was 1000 feet underwater. All I can remember was that I was walking past 7th avenue at night when suddenly I felt a blunt pain in my head, and then I woke up here.

That's when I felt a warm trickle of blood run down the side of my right forehead. I ignored it and got up to my feet. The sudden change of motion made me feel like I was spiraling out of control.

The note in my hand, why does it say 'Run!', run where, and why? My stomach was tied in knots, my hands were sweating, and my heart was thumping against my chest.

I saw that I was in a long dark corridor which turned on both sides. It looked like an abandoned building but something about this place made me feel sick. The walls were tiled and covered in grunge, the lights were old and flickering. Most of them weren't working.

I saw that there was a baseball bat lying near me so I bent down to pick it up. And when I stood back up there was a person standing right in front of me. They were dressed in all black with a mask and a hood over their face. This person seemed strangely inhumane.

I panicked as I saw the knife in their hand. 'RUN' was the only thing I could think of. The adrenaline took over my legs and all I could hear were the muffled echoes of my frantic footsteps. I was out of breath when I stopped and leaned against the cold wall.

Who was that? Why were they after me? Where am I? All these questions were running over my head like a stampede. I had a bad feeling in my guts. I never turned back nor stopped to see if I was being followed but just then, I heard footsteps. 

They got louder and faster as they came towards me. I pressed myself against the wall like I was trying to merge into the crooked tiles. I had the baseball bat in my hand ready to swing a full roundhouse at whoever this person was.

The footsteps were now as faint as a whisper but the shadow gave away their position. I prepared to attack and when the shadow came closer, I swung the bat with all my might only for it to disturb the air in the empty corridor. There was no one there. Not a being nor a shadow. I could've sworn there was somebody but the empty space said otherwise. I stood there gaping at the horrifying emptiness, too stunned to move a muscle.

A cold wind made the hair on my neck stand on its edges. Then a hoarse whisper grazed my ear. The cold wet hand that slowly gripped my neck made chills run down my spine. The whisper turned into a growl and the growl turned into a snarl. I stared into the face of my impending doom as this time there was nothing on my mind. No instructions. No clues. I was helpless.