Another floor

Leanne's head was spinning. As much from her earlier experience as finding out she'd apparently just had sex with an old man's ghost. It couldn't be true, could it? Suddenly Leanne started remembering all those stories she heard as a kid. But it was just too ridiculous. It was probably just the workers having a joke at her expense. She could only guess how dull it was at times in there. Besides, the woman didn't know exactly what Leanne had been up to with Mr. Stephenson. For all she knew, they just talked.

Whatever was going on in there, Leanne wanted to get as far away from Mr. Stephenson's door as she could. At least then she might feel a little more relaxed about everything.

Deciding a different floor would do the trick, Leanne headed for the stairs. She wasn't keen on using the lift, just in case there was anything out of the ordinary going on in that building. She trotted up the stairs a little quicker than she normally would have and stopped at the top to catch her breath. She noticed this floor seemed even dingier than the ground floor and the corridor just as tight. Then her eyes noticed something at the far end.

It was a clown. A really, creepy looking clown.

Leanne didn't have a problem with clowns, but it was so sinister. Especially in the dark, narrow corridor. It was pretty much the last thing she needed after what had happened downstairs.

"I really don't need this," she mumbled to herself.

There were doors all the way down the corridor between her and the clown. All she had to do was pick one. Leanne looked to her left and then the right. She had to make a decision and fast.