Chapter 11
by 
brambank
Where should Leanne go?
Just run
Clinging to the little towel as she held it firmly in place around her moist naked body, Leanne fled down the corridor. She had no idea where she was going or what she was looking for. All she knew was that she wanted to put as much distance between her and the creep in the clown mask as she could. Who even was that guy and what did he want with her?
She sped along the hallway and around the next corner until she was stopped in her tracks as she came face to face with Abbie. The young woman she'd met earlier.