bolted out the door and fell to the ground after missing the last step. Kaitlin scrambled up and ran from the asylum, leaving behind the bracelet Danny had given her, its magnetic clasp sprung from the force of her tumble.
“Come on!” screamed Danny, standing fast and holding out his hand, beckoning desperately to Kaitlin. “They’re right behind us!”
Kaitlin risked a glance back into the darkened hallway of the abandoned state asylum and heard what she feared most: the aching moan of the Lost, the Tormented, the Insatiable. She knew they must keep running, keep running until the air in their lungs burned and their legs threatened to collapse beneath them. If they stopped, they would be devoured by the darkness. Forever.
Danny grasped her hand firmly and pulled her along, his stride never faltering. He didn’t look back. He knew what he would see if he did, and he knew it would lead to madness. He must get them as far from the grounds as possible, and never look back.
But he failed to account for the determination of souls longing for the sweet taste of Life. They yearned to engulf the two in their icy grasp; Danny and Kaitlin would never leave the grounds.
