The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror, and my steps seemed to be quite nearer to those steps following me, since I was niether walking down or running over, instead was crawling to that extent, which made those sounds inevitably louder. Sarah was one of the duty physicians, who was deployed that night in the respective corridor. I was still crawling, trying to make my way to a nearby cabinet, which would certainly be enclosed and I can lock myself in, and in this terrified process, eventually got one, however, it appeared to be locked from outside, in the meanwhile, the sounds of those footseps only multiplied to that extent, wherein I could barely imagine a feet distance between me and the one following me. The moments were significantly unbelievable and undoubtedly got me freaked out to the core, which in turn drove a sense of static numbness, thereby making me flabbergasted and therefore made me incapable to even get up, and try the door handle, just to check if it's really locked or not. Suddenly, I saw Sarah opening the door for me, and I suddenly felt a sense of relief, amidst this incredibly taxing occurence. Though I was relieved, I still...