I was trapped.

The first thing I did was panic, and hid in the worst place possible. Under the desk. Gosh I'm so retarded sometimes I can't even believe myself. Anyways, I hid under the desk, banging my head in the process. Then I sat there, hugging my knees to my chest and holding my breath for what felt like years, but was probably only seconds, when the thing stumbled into the room, laughing hysterically and making strange squeaky noises. My eyes wide, I bit the inside of my mouth and willed myself not to scream. It glided around the room, searching in cabinets, and in drawers. He passed me, and silently praying he didn't see me, I saw my chance and took it, sliding out from under the desk, and across the floor until I reached the door. He turned in my direction, and we locked eyes. Then his mouth stretched into the biggest smile and his eyebrows came down, and for the finishing touch, his eyes widened as well. Do that right now, and look at yourself in the mirror. See what I'm getting at? It looks like a psycho maniac serial killer. With that, I promptly shut the door and sprinted down the hall of doors, hearing the door bang open behind me, and loud footsteps echoing through the hallway. I reached the end of the corridor, and turned right, making my way back the direction I had come. The only thing that could save me now, was the very thing holding me hostage.