She was running down a corridor, that seemed to have no end, she could sense the figure running after her, stumbling now and then due to being intoxicated. This she knew because somehow her sense of smell was in overtime mode, it was sharper. The figure was not near her but yet she could smell him, it was not a good smell. The stark whiteness of the corridor did not ease the terror that she felt inside of her, she could feel him gaining traction on her, she tried to run faster hoping to see a door, a window, a way out. She felt her legs beginning to give way. This was too much for her, she fell over and watched in horror as the figure came at her. He lunged for her and that is when she covered her face but not before she saw the white long stemmed roses, it was him she thought, it was him.
Finding her Way – coming soon
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