Molly’s Music Box
James’ heart pounded in his chest, threatening to explode if he didn’t stop running soon as the sweat on his hands repeatedly slipped from the knobs he was trying to turn. The familiar melody of the music box was getting closer despite the speed in which he carried himself.
He turned the corner at the end of the hall and tried another, it cracked open, and he dived inside, shutting the door behind him before collapsing onto the floor.
“James?” a quiet voice whispered. “You made it here too?”
He recognized the voice. He had heard it whisper to him in the dark a long time ago. It belonged to Danielle, his ex-girlfriend. If he weren’t currently trying to survive, it would have bothered him that she was there.
“Barely, she nearly caught me on the far side,” he replied as quietly as he could. “She’s coming…”
The music outside the door grew louder as they both held their breath. Within the music, James could hear the sound of soft footsteps that stopped for a brief moment just outside the door. The handle jiggled before the gentle padding of shoes and the music faded.
“We should run for it,” Danielle said, “We aren’t that far from the exit. If we run into her the pair of us should be able to stop her.”
James shook his head as he used the screen on his phone to illuminate the tiny room.
“Have you read the newspaper stories about my wife?” he asked, “Molly would kill us both, painfully, if she saw us together. It’ll be best to wait until morning when the doors unlock and people arrive, we might make it out then…”
James’ idea cut short as the music blared just outside the door. The door rattled from someone attacking it on the other side. His heart skipped in his chest as he backed away from the door, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to make it through the steel.
“I HEAR YOU, JAMES!” she bellowed through the door, “WHO’S IN THERE WITH YOU? I WOULD LOVE TO MEET THEM. I MADE TEA…”