Chasing Victor!
At another point in this big warehouse, Victor ran through the dilapidated corridors as an old woman with no eyes managed to pursue him.
She navigated the warehouse as if her eyes were still very functional. "Come out, come out, little one!" her stone-grinding eerie voice could be heard, echoing on through the corridors, giving Victor the impression that she walls all over the place.
His breathing slowly became erratic.
Without a doubt, there was nowhere for him to run. But his instincts—voting for self-preservation—pushed him to find a way.
In his frantic effort to get to safety, he ran through a particularly unique corridor. This one was unlike the rest. However, it still carried as much terrible a feeling as any part of this place.
In fact, one might say that it carried much more.
This corridor was narrow. It was just his perfect slim size, as opposed to the large, wider corridors behind him.