"The scratching of the nails against the stone floor made me flinch...and instantly snapped me back into the reality of my situation. I was huddled under an administrative table and the...thing was crawling around just outside the room; as far as I could tell, it looked like a malnourished girl, but even that I can't be sure of. I looked around the little bit of the room I could see, it seemed so much older and dustier then when I first walked in, as if it had aged 50 years in the 5 minutes I've been here. I just want to go home, all I wanted to do was make some extra cash as a receptionist at this hospital...and now I'm stuck in this nightmare. I gripped my cell phone as hard as I could to drown out the sound of the scratching nails against the door...it was getting close. "Please go away..." I whispered...and after a few moments, it was silent. I listened, and then the scratching nails became more distant...it was going away...it was going away! I could feel tears welling up in my eyes...and that's when my cell phone went off. The alarm I had set! I fumbled with the phone and dropped it as I scrambled to turn it off. I could barely breath as I heard the nails scratching rapidly across the floor followed by the door creeping open."