Trapped: A Short Story

Trapped Suddenly, I realize that I am trapped in a nightmare. Standing in the doorway of a building, a rush of damp, misty air hits me. I study the open door and walk forward. The door slams shut behind me, locking me in. The air rings with a loud metallic bang as the door hits its frame.
I turn to see the rattling door seal itself. It remains locked tight, allowing no one to pass through; it has trapped me in, and forbids me to walk out. Fear paralyzes my entire body, and I am unable to think. Overwhelming thoughts fill my mind, “What if I can never get out? What if I die here?” Adrenaline rushes through my body. Slowly I begin to think again. The horror of being trapped, here, alone is the only thing my disoriented mind can process.
I bang on the locked door with all my strength, hoping and praying someone will pass by and hear me. A noise rumbles from beneath the stairs, vibrating the entire building. I stand, gazing down the hallway. I shiver as though ice has replaced my spine. Except for the intermittent creaks and moans of this hell, I am enveloped in silence.
Blood is everywhere; covering the walls, coating the floors. Crying out in terror, I slowly make my way through the dark corridor. Blindly searching for anything that can offer safety.
A noise behind me catches my attention; a tear trickles down my check. Fear grips me as I slowly turn, praying the sound is in my head. I exhale slowly trying to control the panic that bubbles, threatening to spill over. A scream catches in my throat as I realize I am being hunted. I turn to run only to find myself face to face