The phone closest to her rang, shattering the silence as the hovering figure slowly swung back around.
This was never supposed to happen - the forums all said the building had no power and no occupants but right from the start she felt like she was being watched. The figure had likely been following her since she climbed through the ground floor window, floating silently behind her save for the occasional drip of blood falling from the poor creature it clutched in its gnarled hands.
It might have been a rat or a squirrel, could even have been a cat for all she knew. Poor thing was so twisted and broken it just looked like a scrap of fur with half a small skull peeking out from between its fingers. Judging by the state of its clothing, this was hardly the first thing it had caught and it wouldn't be the last.
She only spotted it in a broken mirror halfway up the stairs, with it being almost opposite her on the flight just below with what little head it had peeping over the bannister. It didn't have any eyes, or much of a face in general, more a clump of flesh on top of a crooked neck which hung in a way that reminded her of a deflating balloon.
She thought she'd been doing so well, so clever to loop around it in an upstairs ballroom and head through the old reception to find the window she'd entered through again. What she hadn't expected was for someone several dozen miles away to flick one old switch out of curiosity and reconnect the power.
The phone closest to her rang, shattering the silence as the hovering figure slowly swung back around.
She was cornered with freedom one doorway away.
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