“Get back here, Anna!”
I run even faster, stumbling every few steps on my mangled foot.
When Jeremy brought me to the condemned insane asylum, I thought the only one thirsting for my blood might be a vengeful spirit.
A side hallway.
Praying it’s an exit to this horrid labyrinth, I make a hasty turn, slamming into the wall.
His raspy panting and tormenting footsteps are drawing closer.
An oily puddle.
He laughs in delight. His musty breath on my neck.
The end of the hall now.
My only exit.
A locked gate.
***This is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Only 97 words this time, which is a significant improvement from my word count last week! Please take a look at the other posts from fellow writers! Thanks for reading!