No Security

As I close the door behind me, a loud, shrill alarm echoes through the building, startling me. My heart leaps into my throat, and I press myself against the corner of the wall, frozen. The sound of footsteps, hurried and urgent, grow louder, accompanied by the words and bleats of static from a security guard's radio.

I can't stay here. Exposure would mean the end of my investigation, and I can't let that happen. As I wait at the corner of the hallway, heart pounding, I can hear the footsteps of the security guard approaching. I hold my breath, trying to blend into the shadows, praying he won't catch a glimpse of me.

Suddenly, he comes into view, his flashlight swinging back and forth, casting a dim glow on the walls. I take a quick step behind him, using the element of surprise to my advantage. I clamp both my hands around his neck, securing a firm sleeper hold. He struggles for a moment, but the grip on his windpipe is too tight.

His body goes limp as he succumbs to the lack of oxygen. My grip loosens, and I gently lower him to the floor. I make sure he's out cold, his chest rising and falling as he breathes. A sense of relief washes over me, mingled with guilt for taking such drastic measures. But, I tell myself, it's all for the greater good, to uncover the truth about the sinister goings-on at this college.

I carefully step over the **** guard, slipping into the shadows once more. My heartbeat slows, as the initial adrenaline rush dissipates. I take a deep breath, as I continue down the hallway. I tread lightly, my boots making no noise on the polished floors as I make my way towards the exit.

Every muscle in my body is tense, alert for any sign of another guard or some sort of trap. The thought of that creature with the red eyes, perhaps lurking in the shadows, fuels my urgency. Reaching the door, I pause, checking to ensure it's not alarmed.

Finding no sign of danger, I carefully turn the handle and step out into the dark night. The cool, crisp air envelopes me, a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere of the building. As I move away from the administration building, my mind races with the possibilities. It's plausible that the red-eyed creature had something to do with the security alarm.

Could it be that it is aware of my snooping and is now attempting to use mundane means to stop my investigation? A shudder runs down my spine, and I hasten my steps, the need to uncover the truth and the identity of the creature driving me forward. The darkness beyond the dim reaches of the streetlights beckons to me.

I can't help but feel like I'm being watched, like that red gaze is still following my every move. The night is my ally, providing a veil of anonymity that I can exploit. I move through the shadows, as I make my way to my truck, parked several blocks away. I can't help but wonder who, or what, is truly behind the bizarre occurrences as I drive off into the night, leaving the campus behind.