Short stories from my creative writing class

#002 - Generated Prompt

Prompt - Woman obsessed with Halloween, a six year old girl, a broken leg, airport

Hushed whispers flow past my ears, the confines of the crowd slowly suffocating me.
The white walls of this burning prison flush out the horrors stalking the mass.

Spectral visions with rotting flesh and flaming eyes pull people under. Attendants with wicked horns and black eyes pull people away, thinning the crowd.
Red blares across my vision and the screaming alarm dulls my senses. A flash of blue goes in my peripheral vision and in an instant I follow. 

Walking the opposite way of the crowd was difficult but the flashes of blue kept my spirits up. The blue begins going faster and I speed up to compensate. Less than 30 seconds later I am pushing people out of the way and running after the blue.

I copy the movements of the blue, it goes left, I go left, it turns a corner, I turn a corner. It takes a sharp turn, I take a sharp turn with my orange and black skirt flowing behind me. 

Pretty quickly I loose the crown but the blue keeps taking me deeper and deeper into the airport. The building is collapsing around me yet I dare not turn back, not when I am so lost within the airport.
Deeper into the twisting and ever turning hallways of the airport until it more resembles a hedge maze, still ever-burning. 

Then the blue slips down into a flight of stairs and I quickly tumble down after. Soft, blue, bioluminescent light swirls down the stairway and vines bloom with a golden glow.

Soft murmuring begins to worm its way through my thoughts until the soft thumping of my feet turns into thunder and murmurs turns into screams of eldritch horror. Slowly the stairs come to a stop and when I look up there is a small girl dressed in blue.

"Where am I?" The girl says while starting to cry. 

Softly I walk over, and drop to my knees and embrace her. I notice the churning in my stomach and the skittering of vines a bit too late. A vine slams onto one of my legs, shattering it instantly. The vine proceeds to wrap around my ankle and swings me into a nearby wall.  The pain from my leg is  nulled and the upper half of my body explodes with pain.

"Oh you're still.."
Clicking interrupts the girl mid-sentence. Sloshing and the sound of flesh falling down to the floor proceeds after.
A demonic voice finishes the sentence.
"Alive."

Something shoots through my throat, a vine. Blood starts slipping out. I try to speak but all that comes out is humming and gurgling. 
Blood flows down my front and the more I try to speak the faster it flows. Very quickly my front, my legs, and the floor are slick with my blood. In the dim light everything begins to blur together and then everything cuts to black.