I still hold Jordan’s hand, while we walk through the dark corridors.
I can’t believe what we have just done, in here, with people running around us, only separated by a door.
I haven’t spoken a word since we went out of our room, following him closely. He didn’t say a word either, but I feel his hand squeezing mine from time to time, or his gaze turning to me, but I can’t and don’t meet it a single time.
We see three teens screaming and laughing, running toward us. They scream at us, warning us that a monster is following them, as they passed by us. Jordan pulls me close to him, when they pass, his arms protectively around me. The group is not at the end of the corridor, that the “monster” following them arrives in view, screaming, shaking around what appears to be a knife. He stops at
