#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. The footsteps following me sounded closer, echoing through the sterile corridors of the hospital. Each step felt like a hammer pounding against my chest, urging me to run faster, to escape the guilt that threatened to consume me. My hands trembled as I clutched the blood-stained knife, the...