One of the rooms

Hiding in one of the rooms would be the fastest way to safety. The vile Mr. Richardson and whoever that freak in the clown mask was were close behind so she didn't have time to dwell on a decision. Picking a door at random she gave a soft knock before entering and shutting herself in.

She leant against the solid wood catching her breath as she listened for signs of life in the room. It was deathly quiet. Her breathing the only sound. As she moved further she noticed that it was similar to everywhere else in Rosefield Manor. Namely dingy and sparsely decorated. But there was nobody around so at least she could relax. She noticed the wardrobe and walked towards it hoping to at least find something to cover her exposed chest.

As Leanne was browsing through the ensemble of old lady clothes she heard the door handle slowly turning. Panic raced through her. What was she going to do? At first she thought of just explaining she was volunteering and looking for residents to talk to. Then she remembered her state of undress. She needed to hide.

She looked around the room and her options were limited. The wardrobe was big enough to conceal a person and there was space under the bed. As the door slowly began to open Leanne needed to make a decision.