ORIGINAL 

Help me, help me, help me.

The chant stays poised on her tongue, not quite ready to take flight, as she stares down the lonesome hallway, tracking the path of swarming shadows edging ever closer to her.

She's going to cry, she thinks, and that is really not the last remnant of herself she wasn't to imprint upon the world before she's swallowed whole.

The chant, ever-present, swells to a damning crescendo as she realizes she is awfully alone.