Stubborn Child

The old woman's hand rose shaking, and pointed towards the shadows, "The exit there..." she mumbled slowly. "But you never go get out." she concluded, as though she had said it a million times. I nod and continue to the shadows. How bad could it be? The exit couldn't be that far in. After a few minutes of walking on squealing floors, I found a door with light shining from the bottom. But the second I touched the rusty brass doorknob, something grabbed me by the shoulders. But there was no time. No time to scream. No time to struggle. The thing put an arm around my neck and simply twisted my head back. Then it was over. Darkness was all that I could sense, then I seemed to be looking at my dead body, and the creature looming above it. I now spend my days sitting next to the old lady, who had also been killed many years ago, trying to find her way out of this place. We told the poor people that walked through where the exit was. We told them they wouldn't make it. But they are always to stubborn to listen. To desperate to escape.