Run away

The cold, unblinking eyes of the clown didn't fill Leanne with confidence. She glanced back and saw the old men slowly nearing her prone position. Not wanting to be grabbed by either Leanne scurried to her feet before darting down the hallway. She gazed at the sinister clown as she passed. That disturbing mask watching her closely.

Leanne continued hastily down the corridor until she reached a doorway. Peering through the small window she could see it led outside, but in her current state of undress she was overly keen on going out into the chilly October air.

To her left there was a set of stairs leading down. Another unknown in this home of terrible sights. It might be an improvement on her present situation though. She had to decide for one of her options, even if they might be limited. With the old men and possibly that creepy clown nearby she didn't want to hang around for long. Plus, who knew where Mr. Richardson was.