She can try

Penelopes heart was racing with what she chose to believe was only fear as she tried to quietly backpeddle up the stairs, silently staring at the monster. Then, just as she managed to slip out of sight, the step beneath her foot creaked, causing her to freeze wide eyed, listening timidly for any sound, hoping she hadn't been heard. The size of that thing was more than intimidating, it was terrifying, she was certain there was no way that monster could fit inside of another human being no matter what hole you tried... but maybe that was just the panic welling inside of her. It was blissfully silent... she was certain she hadn't been heard, until suddenly she saw the wrinkly feminine face of the mask peak up into the stairway at her. She almost fell down the stairs in her panic, scrambling the rest of the way up the stairs, fumbling momentarily with the handle to the first door she could find before ripping it open, and slamming it shut behind her. Despite her haste, she heard slow, rhythmic steps up the stairs, her pursuer seemingly in no hurry, after all, his target was cornered. Penelope looked around desperately for any way to avoid being used as a sheeth for that monster. It was a bedroom, dressers, two twin beds, a tv, a closet, a lamp and a window. Fight, flight, freeze, fawn... There were a lot of f words for her to choose from, and if she chose the wrong one, she was certain of the one the man getting ever closer would choose for her. Fuck.