Katrina
I scrambled toward the door, heart thudding. There was no fear, though, only an intrinsic, single-minded need to go to the call. It was a tug; it led me, instincts overcoming all else.
The hallway was filled with a seeping cold that seemed to come from the walls themselves. Goosebumps prickled, and the stones shook.
Still, I ran.
I ended up outside a door not far from mine that looked like any other.
Darkness seemed to take form and p.ulsate from the cracks.
I placed my hands on it, and a strange jolt skittered up and down my body, twisting my stomach. But still, the fear in the back of my mind I knew I should feel did not arise.
A frustrated growl turned to soft whimpers until they were silenced entirely, and the only thing was a strange rattling sound against stone.
I
