The hallway was eerily silent. Chloe had heard all of the stories of the horrednous acts that had happened here: the Penendrum Asylum for Tormented Souls. And tormented they were indeed.
She stood silently in the glow from the windows. It may have been midday, but that did not take the edge off of her fear. She whirled around in fear as something moved on the floor behind her.
A small tricylce sat still next to the elevators, and Chloe distinctly remembered it not being there when she departed from the dank and cramped box.
The small trike sent a shiver down her spine, but she knew that she must progress to get out. She was so close; the doors were at the end of the hall. And yet, she was paralyzed by her sense of danger.
She took a step and heard the squeak of the wheel behind her. She whirled around again, only this time the trike was gone. “LEAVE ME ALONE !” she shouted as took off sprinting towards the door. She’d never make it though. The building itself wouldn’t let her leave. She had seen too much.