Lucy's running down a long hallway. She could swear something's following her, but she's yet to see what.
There was blood, so much of it, and it's covering her shoes. They used to be light blue, matching her summer dress, but now they're stained deep red. And screams, and the sounds of something pursuing, and every open door slams shut before she gets to it.
She tries door after door, willing one to be open, but nothing seems to give.
Until suddenly something does, and she rushes in the room, slamming the door shut behind and standing her hands pressed against it, breathing hard. When she realises the noises have stopped, she leans her forehead against the wood with a sigh.
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There was blood, so much of it, and it's covering her shoes. They used to be light blue, matching her summer dress, but now they're stained deep red. And screams, and the sounds of something pursuing, and every open door slams shut before she gets to it.
She tries door after door, willing one to be open, but nothing seems to give.
Until suddenly something does, and she rushes in the room, slamming the door shut behind and standing her hands pressed against it, breathing hard. When she realises the noises have stopped, she leans her forehead against the wood with a sigh.