Get out of there

Leanne had had enough of this. She just wanted out of there now and to hell with whatever was going on. "I'm sorry, Abbie." she declared. "But I need to get out of here."

"You're going home?" questioned the young woman.

That wasn't Leanne's initial thought. She just wanted out of that room. But now that Abbie had put the idea in her head maybe it would be for the best. Her initial idea about generating good karma would have to come another day. This really wasn't worth it.

"I just can't stay here." replied Leanne. "There's something weird going on and I don't want to find out what it is."

Before Abbie could convince her otherwise Leanne turned and stepped quickly towards the door. Seconds later she was back in the gloomy corridor once more. The long line of indistinguishable doors down either side leading to who knows what. Leanne thought about the possible scenarios that were happening in the rooms. After what she'd experienced anything could be feasible.

As she turned the corner she began walking down the final stretch towards the exit and safety. Her steps quickened as she got closer. The entrance now within sight and mere metres away. But just as she was about to rush for the doors her path was blocked by the irritable receptionist from earlier.

"Going so soon," she scowled. "I thought you want..." The receptionist stopped as she studied Leanne's face closely. "You... You know, don't you?"

"Know... Know what?" queried Leanne, a little frightened.

"You've seen what happens here, haven't you." replied the receptionist. "Quickly come with me." Leanne was startled by this and held back warily. The door was still so close. She could make it with a quick dash. She glanced back to the receptionist. Her demeanour had changed and she held her hand towards Leanne. "Don't worry. It's safe."