-1 Ryou stood before, eyes shaded by his hair. I felt every inch of fear in my body start to take it over. "You…Can't be alive…You died!" I cried out, and ran through a dark hallway. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I didn't want to stay there. I turned and saw that no one was following me, so I began to slow down, but I wasn't going to stop here. I ended up stopping after realizing that it was sort of safe. My breath had yet to catch up with me, so I stood against a wall, and slid my way down. I slumped onto the floor, and let out a whimper. I knew today was not going to end well.

The floor somehow shifted underneath me, causing it to open. I let out a scream, and slid down a long, silver slide to wherever it led to. I didn't like how this was going, and tried to get up, but my loafers didn't allow me much freedom to move. I ended up sliding all the way down into what looked like a boiler room. I hit the floor with a thump, and groaned in pain. "Great…Just great. Now I have no idea where I am!" I muttered to myself. I stood, and saw the room had one large boiler in the corner of it, and a basket. Leaning against the wall was a broom stick, and I went over and picked it up. I knew this might come in handy later.

As I moved the broom stick into my possession, the basket shifted slightly. Now I knew things were about to go from bad to worse. I wasn't going to take a chance, and I smacked that basket across the room with the brush part of the broom. It hit the wall, and let out a loud, shrill scream. I dropped the broom stick, and covered my ears. "God! So loud!! Make it stop!" I screamed, as warm tears streamed down my face in pain. The noise had to stop soon, or my ears were going to bleed. I looked to my left, and saw a door.

I took in that direction, and yanked the door open. I had to get away from that noise. I ran out of the room, leaving the noise and, sadly, my broom stick behind. I knew that was going to be trouble. Yuugi and Jonouchi had shown me enough horrors movies to teach me what not to do in a situation like this, and I screwed up! I left behind a potential weapon! That was how most characters would die; no weapon.

Then it hit me; I had a small pocket knife in my sock. I stopped running, and pulled it out. The small, red handle shone in the dimly lit light. I knew it wouldn't do much, but it would be better than nothing. I started running again, hoping that I would find something else that would be best suited for a weapon. A door opened behind me, and I looked around for a place to hide. No where! I didn't want to turn around, but something inside told me to.

I turned when I heard a growling noise, and nearly shrieked. It was a creature on all fours, and drool dripped from it razor sharp fangs. Its claws came in and out at times, and its large body geared up to run. As it charged at me, I took off screaming for help. No one could hear me. I looked around. No other doors and no other escapes. The creature was closing in, and I could feel its breath on my legs.

I looked up, and saw a pipe going from one part of the ceiling to the next. By it was a door in the ceiling, that probably led to the attic. That was my way out! I jumped into the air, grabbed the pipe, and swung to kick the ceiling door open. I let my legs go inside the opening, and saw the beast run under me, and tried skidding to a stop. It turned around, and growled at me, and started running again. I knew if I didn't get up, that thing was going to kill me. I slid my legs in further, let the pipe go, and swing my top half into the opening, just as the beast tried to snap at me. It stopped, skidded, and tried to jump to get into the opening. I closed the door in a flash, and took off running in the new area.