And there it was. Whatever...it...was, it suddenly had appeared right in front of him, and was now blocking the only way out. He saw it only for a few seconds, but the image of it was burned into his mind. It was a little bigger than him, but looked short because of its stubby legs. Its arms were much longer, and were just slabs of meat with fingerless hands at the ends. Its entire body was a sick but pale shade of purple, and full of slimy, pulsating veins and blotches. However, the part that scared him the most was its head. It almost seemed like just one disturbingly-elongated neck, and was able to move freely like as if it were a muscle. And its face...it didn't even have a face. What would be its face was instead replaced with a huge, gaping hole. He had never seen anything like this thing in his life.

Ethan's eyes opened wide as the monster, now in front him, reached out for him with it's thick, slimy arms. He yelled out as he raised his arms in defense and tried to back away, but reacted too slow and it wrapped its arms around his own, trapping him and stopping him from being able to move. He struggled as much as he could to try escape its grasp, but it was too strong. It held its ground and began to pull him towards it, causing him to shout even more. He started freaking out, screaming and frantically trying to pull away, when he saw it move its "head" towards him, and saw it open its "mouth" even wider.

"Help!" he yelled out, "Somebody! Help me!" He didn't know what to do, nobody else was there to help him, the monster was going to kill him, and he seemed to be powerless to do anything against it.

As a last resort, he attempted kicking it as hard as he could, trying to hurt it in any way he could. The kicks didn't even seem to faze it, however, until one last well-aimed kick got it where he thought its stomach was. It lurched inwards and stopped pulling him in, but still kept it's grip. Seeing it as his chance, he kicked it again and again, not giving it any time to try to stop him. Finally, after the fifth kick, he felt it loosen its hold on him, and took the chance to try to pull himself free.

Suddenly, he felt himself slip out from its grasp, though a little too quickly. He pulled so hard that he fell backwards as he got away, and landed hard on the ground. He felt a sharp pain as the back of his head slammed onto the tiled floor, causing him to yelp out in pain. As he tried to get up, he felt the back of his head and felt something wet. For a moment he thought it was blood, but when checked his hand and didn't see red he realized it was because the floor was flooded with water. He was puzzled, but he had bigger problems to worry about.

He tried to get up a couple times, but felt too dizzy from the pain in his head to stand. Instead, he started to back away on his hands, trying to push himself back to get away from the monster in front of him.

It didn't try to go after him at first once he fell, and instead he could see it stumbling around a bit. It looked like it was going to fall, but instead leaned over once it was able to steady itself. Unexpectedly, it started to make gurgling sounds, and then some sort of black liquid began to leak out of its mouth. Soon, it started to come out like if someone turned on a faucet. It looked almost tar-like, and as more of it was coming out it began to diffuse with the water all over the bathroom and slowly spread across the floor.

"Jesus!" Ethan exclaimed, taking no time in trying to get away, not wanting the tar-vomit to touch him. He scrambled backwards and felt his back touch of the stall doors. There was no way he could try to run past the monster now, and he was too scared to even think straight. So he did the only thing he could think of, and threw himself into the stall, locking the door behind him once he got in. He then climbed onto the toilet seat, putting the lid down so he could stand on it.

'What the hell is that thing!?' That was the only thing he could think about right now. He had no idea what it was, or where it had even come from. It was almost as if it had just appeared out of thin air, there was nowhere that it could have been hiding. He wanted to just keep yelling and screaming, partly because he was scared out of his mind, but also so that anybody outside the bathroom could hear him. He was too breathless to say anything though, and didn't want to draw the monster's attention back to him anyway. Not only that, but he was now starting to get a major headache from the fall. He didn't want to do anything to make the pain even worse than what it already was.

Wanting to know what the...thing, was doing, he stood upright as best he could on the toilet, holding onto the stall barrier walls for support. Peeking over, he saw that it wasn't blocking the way out anymore. Nope, instead it was now in front of the stall door that he was in. It put its hands on the door, or what he thought was its hands, and saw it try to push the door open. When the door didn't budge, Ethan realized that it was only testing its strength. He yelled out in panic once again when it then started to bang on the door now, causing it to rattle around as if it were made of plywood. He jumped down from the toilet seat and pushed himself against the door, but trying to brace it didn't seem to help much at all.

He didn't know if the door would last long, and he wasn't going to let himself stay to find out. Knowing that he needed to get out of there now, he saw that there was only one other way out of the stall. There was a small space underneath the stall barriers he could fit through if he crawled, but he was going to have to move fast. He took a deep breath, and dropped down to the ground, water splashing as he then attempted to crawl underneath the stall walls. There wasn't much room, but he was able to quickly get through before the monster even seemed to notice.

He didn't even give the thing a chance to try to figure out what just happened, he bolted out of there as fast as he could, water flying everywhere as he made swift leaps through the shallow but noticeable pool of water that had now built up in the bathroom. Once he was out of there, he quickly slammed the restroom door shut behind him, letting only a little water flow past him. His back was against the door as he bent over a bit, putting his hands on his knees while he tried to catch his breath. "Oh God," he eventually murmured to himself, "What the hell just happened?" He wish he knew the answer, but at least now he could finally-

He stopped himself mid-thought as he suddenly realized how quiet it was. He looked around him in the hallway he was in now. There were no voices, no sounds of telephones ringing or fax machines beeping or copy machines grinding from behind closed doors. There was nobody there. He was alone. It was then, when it finally hit him, that he only had one thing to say.

"Oh crap."