I ran - faster than I'd ever run before. I could hear the creature's claws clicking and scratching on the ground as it gave chase, and feel its hot breath burning the back of my neck. If only I hadn't broken into the cellar and discovered what my Dad had been doing down there all these years. If only I'd let him keep his secrets, then maybe I'd be safe.
The beast was almost upon me; I knew I'd never be able to out-run it. I turned the corner, skidding on the wet pavement and scanned the area for anything that could be used as a weapon. It was time to make a stand.
I spotted a broom resting against a wall and grabbed it. It wouldn't cause much damage, but it was the best chance I had. Then I turned, and...
