A creak in the floor, Tammy looks behind her - there is dark, it creeps her out, but there is something else; and it takes a deep look into the dark to see it.
"Someone there!" she gasps.
However two feet walk from behind a wall before her, and the marcher points a gun at her head. Tammy clasps her fingers together, and she clears her throat.
"Please! A chance!" she begs.
The person in front of her seems as dead as an arrow, but he puts the gun away. Tammy smiles and she stands up from hiding. She thinks she is being let off the hook, when all the person is doing is waiting.
Tammy moves to walk past but he captures her arm.
"There are walls listening, don't come here again;" he warns.
Tammy nods, and she wanders off leaving the darker world behind her.
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