#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.

No place to go, no place to move. It was just me, the sound and the empty corridor with a glass window installed.

I preferred to crouch myself and closed my eyes. I tried to raise my palperbra with...