Insanity Sets In

Last Steps

As the man exits the room, I begin to slowly crawl to the door being as quiet as possible. Without making a noise I peek my head through the doorway. I see a dark a hallway with boxes everywhere, a few other doorways, and a blood trail leading to the echoing footsteps. There is only one way to go, and that is toward the footsteps.

With time running short, I muster up all the bravery I have and slowly crawl to the first box that could easily block the view of the deformed man, but also mine. The only way of knowing he is coming back to the room to do only God knows what is by the echoing of his footsteps down the quiet hallway. As I sit behind the box waiting for my opportunity to move to the next, I hear the sounds of meat cooking, this makes my heart sink, and my fears grow even stronger. I move to the next box slightly quicker than the last.

The next stop is a door. The door has a small window in it, you can tell through the window that it is lit by the moon light from the full moon. Maybe it is a way out. I stand slowly, watching the room the man is in making sure he doesn't happen to see me. I take slow, light steps to the door. Every step seems like my last.

As I reach for the handle my heart begins beating faster and faster. I grab the handle and turn it pushing the door slowly. The door is thankfully quiet, I open the door just enough for my slender body to slide through. I slide through the door as slowly as possible to keep the noise from alerting the deformed man. As I close the door, it clicks. The click is loud in the silent, echoing through the place. At this moment I knew the man heard it and was on his way to find me.