Asylum

 

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.

Not him.

 

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.

 

I slip.

 

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!