Time to get out of there

Leanne ran for the door. She didn’t want to spend another minute in that room. She flung it open and dashed into the corridor without looking back. Her breath was heavy and her head still spinning as she tried to understand it all. Her eyes darted in both directions as she struggled to gain her bearings. She had idea where the exit even was.

Turning right Leanne crept nervously along the corridor. Listening closely for every creak and cough. Every footstep that might be heading her way. She’d hardly covered any distance when she heard voices coming towards her. They might belong to friendly members of staff who could help her get out of there. But what if the staff were in on everything that was happening there? There was no way they couldn’t have seen the weirdness.

Leanne had no desire to get caught up in anything else. And especially no more creepy clowns. She picked a door at random, hoping it led to an empty room, and swiftly opened the door. Safely inside she shut it behind her and listened carefully for the approaching steps.

She held her breath. Trying to limit her own noise and not draw any attention to herself. Everything was quiet. Then she heard movement and a voice.

"Well, hello dear." Leanne leapt to her feet. "I like your dress. So short and sexy." Leanne peered into the gloom where the voice came from. Sat across the room was a grotesquely obese figure. An old man of enormous proportions. His naked gut swollen as he lay on his bed gazing at her. "My name's Mr. Richardson." he continued. "Why don't you come closer and we can get to know each other."