Ben looked around the corridor.It was just him and silence. Ben kept on walking and walking; the only light was the nearly dead one just about flickering. Suddenly  Ben stepped on something.Somthing red.And wet. It was blood.Ben listened in to see if any thing else was going on. He heard footsteps then he heard claws scratching against the wall.Ben hid in a locker he sensed danger, and danger sensed him.