Dustin was miles from home, with the police on his back for a crime he didn’t commit. He had ended up riding to an old spooky community centre, the fresh taste of air on a winters morning gave him a relaxed felling, he’d be in a really relaxed mood if he was in his back garden with his parents by his side. The glass of the door was shattered on the community centre, so he could reach in and open the door. He could hear water dripping from the celling into a little puddle, tales of rats were all over the floor, like something sucked there body’s off and bit just in the right place to only leave the tale. He could feel rugged wall paper that had been tarred over the years from when it was last used, it must have been a while ago it was last used because the wall paper looked like something he would find in his grandma’s house. He could see the old tables flipped same as the chairs every thing was flipped upside down, or some of it looked knocked over like something big was coming through the halls. Something was breathing loudly from the corner, red dots were flickering from the shadows, every where he turned the same thing was there, dark shadows, red dots flickering, growling all around him, it was closing in on him, he wasn’t making it out, at least without a scratch.