"The screeching of her dragged heels resonates on the wooden flooring. The desperate echoes of her voice dissipates into the thin air. His sight slowly becomes a void of darkness. The haunting screams disappear into the never ending corridors of the hotel. As he turns in many directions, his absent sight limits his next move." ~~~~~~~~~ This is a short story made for the number four August prompts from @themonocommittee. I hope you enjoy it!❤All Rights Reserved