He ran down the corridor, his heart beating furiously in his chest and his lungs begging for air. But he couldn't stop. They were chasing him. As he rounded another bend, he stared behind him and hoped that he had got away. Why did they always chase him? As he turned around again he started. They were right in front of him. He tried to go back the way he'd come but it was too late, there was no escaping now. Pacman waited for the inevitable as the ghost came closer and closer. 'Oh God', he thought, here it comes….