Further away

Leanne just wanted to put as much distance between herself and the vile Mr. Richardson as she could. Quickly she headed down the corridor looking for a place to hide or at least find something more to wear.

As she turned the corner she was met by one of the residents coming the other way. He made sure to have a good hard look at the half naked young woman as she past. This was followed by another exiting his room. Gazing at Leanne and taking in every inch of her exposed form. Then she past a third and a fourth. All openly staring at her. She realised she was hardly wearing anything but did they have to be so blatant. Her arms wrapped around her chest as she felt even more naked than she was.

She began turning back to watch the old men in case they tried to grab her or something. After her experience with Mr. Richardson she was a little jumpy. She was so concerned by what was happening behind her that she didn't see the figure in front until it was too late. With a hard crash she collided with the solid body, falling to the floor from both the impact and surprise. She looked up a little dazed and quickly tried to back away at what she saw.

Standing before her was a guy in a creepy clown costume. It may have been Halloween but there was something incredibly disturbing about the outfit and the way he stood over her. The mask alone was so sinister. Leanne was so shocked at what she was looking at that she forgot about her current state of undress until she noticed the creep's intense gaze. She curled her bare legs up into her body and wrapped her arms around them, covering her heaving chest.

The two of them just stared at each other for the next few minutes. Neither saying a word. Leanne was starting to become more concerned with each passing second. 'Why hasn't he asked about my clothes?' she wondered.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the old men who'd been watching her slowly moving towards them. Leanne turned to look in a panic as she was suddenly brought back to reality. She looked around for somewhere to run. She looked up again at the clown. He had changed his position slightly and was standing to the side of the room from where he'd appeared. He seemed to be gesturing for her to go inside. But could she really trust this weirdo? Either way she had to make a decision.