Change floor

Leanne was running out of corridor and not wanting to face the creep in the clown costume she looked for a way out. On her right she spotted a staircase leading up. It meant more running but at least she could keep the distance between her and the weirdo.

Without hesitating Leanne ran up the stairs. Stopping only once she'd reached the top as she caught her breath while listening closely for footsteps behind. There was no sound. She peered anxiously down the steps but it was clear. With no sign of the sinister clown she gave a sigh of relief and began to relax a little. Her attention then turned to the new corridor.

It looked much the same as all the others. Same dingy atmosphere and same indistinguishable rows of door leading down to the other end. She began walking down, still listening intently for anyone following her. She was so focused on what was happening behind that she didn't noticed what was in front until it was too late.

As Leanne turned the corner she came face to face with a large web, becoming immediately entangled in the thick threads. The more she struggled against it the more trapped she became. "This is a bit much for a Halloween decoration isn't it?" As she continued to fight she heard footsteps approaching from behind. Her body tensed fearing the return of the clown. And in her current predicament she couldn't escape him.

Peering back over her shoulder she was relieved to see one of the aged residents. A man with dark skin who blended pretty well into the dim light of the corridor.

"Oh, hey!" smiled Leanne, continuing her battle with the web. "I seem to have got stuck in here. Any chance you can get me out?"

The old man moved closer. Observing the young woman closely. He tugged lightly on one of the threads as though evaluating its strength. "But then you'll get away." he observed. "Who will I play with then?" Leanne laughed nervously, unsure if the old man was joking or not. He positioned himself directly behind her and Leanne hopelessly struggled a little more frantically. If she wanted to get out she'd have to lose the clothes stuck to the web.