He just kept moving cautiously. A scream rang out from the left. A whisper from the ceiling. The hallway tilted. Or maybe his balance did? Every door he passed was either locked or slightly ajar, hiding nothing or worse than nothing. He knew this layout. He knew this place. So why did it feel so wrong? Footsteps behind him again. He subtly increased his pace. “Okay, okay, okay, screw this.”
