Call for help

Leanne couldn't believe what had just happened. She also didn't like the way Abbie said she'd be dealing with her later. If anyone needed dealing with it was the young blonde. She had to get out of there before she got blamed for Abbie's perversions.

She turned to the door. Tugging on the handle, hoping it wouldn't be locked. Unfortunately the member of staff who'd thrown her in there wasn't so stupid. The door was stuck fast and she was going nowhere. She tried banging on the door. Hoping there was someone nearby who could help her.

"Hello?" she cried. "Is anybody there?"

The was no response to her pleas or her loud banging. She was about to give up on the futile exercise when she heard a noise outside the door.

"Hello?" she called again. "Can you help me? I... I've locked myself inside."

Leanne waited silently. Listening for any reaction from the corridor. After a tense minute or so Leanne heard a key turning slowly in the lock before the handle moved and the door creaked open. The young woman took a step back ready to observe her rescuer but was left in shock as she saw who was standing on the other side.

Filling the doorway, and blocking her escape, was a creepy clown. There was nothing funny about this jester. The mask and everything about him, from the way he stared blankly towards her to his large physique, sent shivers through her body.

"...Th-Thank you," mumbled Leanne. Her eyes wide and her voice cracking. "I-I thought I was going to be stuck in here for hours." The clown remained silent. Standing watching her from the doorway. As she watched him Leanne began backing away. Preferring to keep as much distance between them as possible. "I, um, I should probably be going now. I have stuff I need to do. Oh!"

With her gaze locked on the sinister joker she backed up against a large metal cabinet on the other side of the office. As she turned to see what it was that had halted her retreat, she heard the door suddenly slam shut and in a panic returned her attention to where the clown had been stood.

The door was closed again but now the clown was on the inside with her. Blocking any plans of escape and trapping her in the small room. Leanne wondered if she could make it past him, but there was limited space in the claustrophobic office. She looked at her surroundings. Was there a way out of her threatening situation? Was it just in her head? She faced the clown again. He was still getting nearer and she had to act fast.