The crimson fluid flowed under the closet door, pooling around Janet’s shoes. Sweat slowly fell down her forehead and into her eyes. The air was stifling and miserable. It seemed to choke her asthmatic body. Her legs softly tembled in terror as the loud beating noise continued on the other side of the door.

“Oh, God!” she prayed. “Please, no! Please!”

“I know you’re here, you little tramp!”

“Please! Please!” she pleaded.

She watched as the monstrous shadow moved across the base of the door.

“There’s no getting out of this!”