Darkness filled the corridor as Zane crept through. Silence resonated of every wall, seeping through the dusty floor boards.
Zane’s dark eyes probed every inch of the walls as he walked past. Sweat gathered on his brow, but he was too impatient to wipe it away.
The darkness reached out to grab him.
He continued to run, trying to ignore the eerie tendrils of the shadows that crept towards him.
Fear gripped his heart.
He knew what had to be done; the only problem was doing it.
He groped his pocket clumsily.
The dark was fast approaching. The silence was haunting, as was the mythical creature that hid in the silence.
He found what he was searching for, a battered pocket watch.
He opened the pocket watch. Suddenly the darkness stopped, like a dog on a leash, it waited to be released.
The pocket watch glowed with a strange golden light; it lit the corridors and swept the shadows back.
Then he saw it. There, just a few paces ahead of him, was the door, the number 13 clearly visible due to the pocket watches light.
He ran for it, the pocket watch falling behind him.
The darkness returned.
His heart pounded furiously. His fingers slithered towards the door handle. As quietly as he could he opened the door.
Light flooded the darkness, bathing Zane with silvery rays.
Slowly, he lifted his right handed. He looked into the bewildered eyes that gazed up towards him.
Then, without a word, he pressed down the trigger.