A room

Leanne didn’t want to be hanging around a long time trying to make a decision with that creep likely chasing her down at that very moment. She dashed down the corridor. Her head darting ahead of her and then back. She had no idea which direction the clown could be coming from.

Eventually she’d had enough of this unknown chase and picked a room at random. Figuring staying in one place would be the better option. She opened the door and stepped inside before closing it silently behind her. She listened carefully for any sound coming from the corridor but all she could hear was her own laboured breaths. Then she heard movement and a voice.

"Well, hello dear." Leanne leapt in surprise. "I like your dress. So short and sexy." The young woman peered into the gloom where the voice came from. Sat across the room was a grotesquely obese figure. An old man of enormous proportions. His naked gut swollen as he lay on his bed gazing at her. "My name's Mr. Richardson." he continued. "Why don't you come closer and we can get to know each other."