Annabelle ran down the hallway trying every door she passed. The footsteps that echoed behind her kept drawing closer and closer. For every step she ran, the steps behind her matched her pace. She came onto a forked path and stood there for a few minutes before deciding to head to the left. As she ran down this hallway the lights went out and left her in total darkness. She fumbled for the flashlight in her backpack, stumbling as she did so and falling on the floor. The flashlight clattered to a stop some feet away out of her reach. Annabelle laid there frozen in fear as the footsteps that had been chasing her drew nearer. She had nowhere to go. She had nowhere to hide. All she could do is hope and pray that whoever was chasing her would pass her in the darkness and not find her lying on the floor.