Mind Games

"Who are they?" Jenny asked, dripping wet. Silence. Then she heard footsteps echoing as they came closer and closer, stopping at her door. Her heart jumped as she listened to the rev of a started motor. The lights were dim and flickering. She could hardly see the outline of the door and she was standing frozen right in front of it.

The sound of metal scraping against the door sent her backward against the wall and her arm hit one of the shower heads, knocking it loose. She wrenched the pipe from the wall and stood, shaking, back against the cold concrete.