wandering headless in the dark alley, she ran her hands against the wall on the left n right, desperate for an opening. looking across her shoulder from time to time, afraid to meet eye to eye with the thing that smirked at her worthless attempts. it had her, it almost had her if the bucket had not fall off the shelf n startled it. someone was lending her a hand, but who?
having the urge to scream out, she pressed her hand tight onto her mouth. keep running, keep running! she chanted in her head. heartbeat thumping in her ears, her breathing had gotten so loud she could no long hear her running footsteps.