Steven ran down the narrow corridor that seemingly got thinner and thinner. Whispers and sarcastic laughter followed him in the darkness. He sped up until he practically slammed into the door. He slipped through the small crack in the door and jumped onto his bed. Steven looked around the dimly lit room, only illuminated by his phone screen. His plan: call the police. He unlocked his phone and began to dial 911. Just then, a familiar shifting noise arose from right under him. Trembling... he looked at himself in the mirror. The comfort and safety was pulled from right under him as he saw it, under the bed, staring at him. Right where it always was. Tears streamed down his face as the words it said echoed through the room. "Welcome home."
