Thomas held his firearm straight ahead, aiming down the second floor hallway. All the way at the back a body was being dragged into the last room down the hallway, the door slamming closed. Thomas kept his position behind the wall, waiting to see if that door would open again.
“Come out with your hands up,” he demanded.
No response from the end of the hallway. The eerie silence sent chills through Thomas, his hairs standing on end.
This is the kind of stuff you were waiting for.
Flashlight and gun in hand, he slowly approached the last door.
Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo