So there I was, with only a pen, 17 cents and a grenade in my pocket. The elevator doors slowly opened up as if they were tired. I stepped into a very dark room.

"Hello!" I cried, but unfortunately there was no answer. 'It' must have got them, even Mr. Bigsby.

I knew 'it' lurked in the deep recesses of my mind, as well as the corners of the very room. But I was not worried. I reached into my pocket and clicked the pen. 'It' galloped towards me as full sprint. It's fear mongering eyes burned into mine right to the depths of my soul. It still stayed in the shadows of the room but it was getting closer still. I grabbed all my money and chucked it at 'it'.  'It' voraciously devoured all the money (the souls) in a greedy carnivorous way only postponing the inevitable, my demise. 

'It'growled at me.  It's paws scratching against the floor.

"Back!" I say as I throw my grenade.

Oops I forgot to pull the pin.

The grenade does little to no good as it bounces off the beast's snout.

I run to the elevator and I jam any buttons that mean up when I get inside.

The beast gets it's head stuck between the doors and 'it' growls ferociously. A sickening crunch is heard as the elevator ascends. When I get to the ground floor, my girlfriend stood there angrily. 

"Where's Pipsqueak?"

"Huh?" I say.

"My Chihuahua!"