My head swung back and forth as the m*****r walked out of the room over the dead doctor and out a fading white hall. I listened to the irregular tune as I slipped into darkness. My plan was to make this just a short story but i don't know if I want to continue maybe, maybe not just depends. Threat (Steal my book I'll find you and bite you be scared I have 6 canine teeth. Maybe more on a bad day)All Rights Reserved