Cursing under her breath, she ran as fast as she dared through the corridors. Her ears strained to hear any other noises in the castle. She shuddered as the thought of the Masked Man came into her mind. If there was any time she didn't want to run into him, it was now. It would be just her luck if she was to find him, or if he was to find her.
Turning another corner, she quickened her pace. The quiet unnerved her. She was half expecting to hear footsteps following her around the castle as she made her way back down to the dunegeons. The downfall of having the common room ar the bottom of the castle was the spookiness. She had noticed it the first time she had made her way down there alone. The shadows seemed to jump out at you and you went past them. There were so many twists and turns you could get lost easily. It would be the perfect place for an attack.
As she reached the end of a corridor she heard footsteps behind her, or in front of her. Sounds seemed to echo off the walls so easily in the large castle. Her walk turned into a run. She was desperate to get away from the footsteps that seemed to echo everywhere. Turning another corner she saw someone standing at the end of the corridor. Stopping dead, she held her breath. She couldn’t quite make them out in the dim light. Looking around, she decided that if it was indeed the masked man she would simply jump out the window. She wasn’t bothered by the fact she was two stories high, or that she might break at least 5 bones in her body, if it really was him she was sure they someone would find her body hanging from the ceiling in the morning if she stayed where he was. No one could be sure what he was going to do next, and she didn’t want to risk anything.
You see? Even death has a heart.