The receptionist

Leanne chose to get back to the receptionist. She'd feel safer there and hopefully she had enough evidence that she could end this and get the heck out of there. Wiping her face clean with her top she began the descent back downstairs. It was easy going down but she was in much more of a rush now.

She found her way back to the office where the receptionist had explained her plan. However when she tried to enter she found the door was locked. "Shit!" exclaimed Leanne. She turned and headed for the only other place she could think of where the receptionist might be. That meant making her way back to the entrance and a greater possibility of seeing more people. With her top stained she would have a lot of explaining to do if someone caught her now.

Luckily by now it was mid afternoon and most of the residents were in their rooms, meaning it was even more lifeless than normal. She stepped into the reception area and broke into a wide grin as she saw the older woman stood at her station. However she was greeted by the same tetchy response she had previously been familiar with and it left Leanne feeling confused.

"Erm... I, erm, found something." mumbled Leanne.

"And why is that my problem," replied the receptionist.

Leanne was stunned. Had she imagined the whole thing? No, that was impossible. Wasn't it? Before she could do anything else one of the other workers appeared from behind. "Leanne. How's it going?" she asked cheerily.

"Oh, um, fine." replied Leanne. Doing her best to cover her stained stop.

"Don't worry about Martha. She's like that with everyone." continued the happy worker. "If you need anything just come to me." With that she disappeared. Leanne watching her merrily waddle away.

"I don't understand why she's so happy all the time," commented the receptionist. "Maybe she's ****." Leanne turned back to the older woman. Her mouth agape. "I have a cover here and I'm not going to have it blown for anyone."

"Um, sure." replied Leanne, shaking her head. "So I saw something."

"And did you get evidence?" asked Martha.

"Kinda." answered Leanne. "I got something on my phone. Here, take a look." As Leanne reached for her mobile she felt her empty pocket and realised what had happened. "Oh fuck! Oh shit no!" she cried.

"What happened?" queried the receptionist. "Where is it?"

"I must have left it... in that room," replied Leanne distraught. In her haste to get away from the clown she'd failed to retrieve her mobile after it had fallen when he grabbed her.

"So go get it," countered Martha.

"Um, yea. Sure." responded Leanne. "I can do that."

Leanne was **** to walk away wondering what she was going to do. She had to get her phone back but it was trapped in the room with that freak. Maybe he'd gone already. But then she could also try and get more information about Rachel.