Claire Sinclair sat helplessly on the ground. She looked up; it seemed no one else was coming down, and the line of people descending was already out of sight.
'Am I going to die here?'
As her thoughts descended into chaos, a bizarre set of footsteps suddenly echoed from the stairwell...
CLOMP, CLOMP...
'It's broad daylight. I'm not seeing a ghost, am I?'
Claire Sinclair's heart leaped into her throat, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. She wanted to crawl down the stairs, but she couldn't summon an ounce of strength.
The footsteps drew closer.
She could feel death drawing near.
Suddenly!
BANG! BANG! BANG! Three consecutive gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
Claire Sinclair held her breath, completely petrified, and stared blankly at the top of the stairs.
CLOMP, CLOMP...
There they were again—those bizarre footsteps.
'Sob... sob... This is terrifying. Is anyone going to save me?'
