Unable to help himself, Thomas turned and began running as fast as he could.
"How could I be so stupid," he whispered between pants.
The corridor stretched before him, almost taunting any chance of escape. Lightning flash through the arched windows providing some light to go by.
Still, Thomas kept running. The taunting corridor was far better than the horror that chased him.
Another flash of lightning blinded him and he tumbled over a chair.
That was when he heard it. Heard even through the thundering of his heart. That sound.
"Where are you?"
He scrambled to his feet. This corridor had to lead somewhere, and it wasn't long before he found the door. That's when he felt the cold bony fingers grab his shoulder.
Frozen in place by sheer terror, he stared at the door, his salvation, as he was dragged back down the corridor.
Still, a tiny bit of warmth pulsed in his heart. A warmth that yearned for an escape. Thomas concentrated on the warmth and found himself in a full panic as he broke aw