Run. Run. Run. You feel as though your heart is trying to tear its way out of your chest as you fly down the hall. Tap. Tap. Tap. Footsteps down the way, and you fight to keep yourself from glancing back, knowing that thing is behind you. It laughs and calls to you. That voice is way too smooth for something so disgusting, you think. The anger inside burns more than your lungs.

[Not a line] Tell me about yourself! Name? Gender(pronouns)?  Hobbies/interests? Anything really! This is completely optional, but may make me consider you for the part!