They were stumbling over each other desperately, their limbs tangling in their panic as they fled whatever horror pursued them through the darkened hallway. The creature's presence pressed against their backs, the air growing colder with each passing second. Arthur could feel its malevolence through his dark sense, a writhing mass of shadows that defied comprehension.
Part of him yearned to look back, to finally see what manner of monstrosity hunted them. But it was as if his head refused to obey, his neck muscles locked in place by some primal instinct that warned looking would be fatal. So instead, he focused solely on escape, on putting as much distance as possible between them and the thing in the darkness.
Just up ahead, they saw a door on their right—a heavy wooden door with black iron bands that seemed to promise sanctuary.
'There!'
