no way out

   Footsteps. Behind me there were footsteps. They were creeping up behind me as i was gradually picking up speed. That's what you do when you're scared isn't it? you try and run? they were getting louder and closer; louder and closer. Until they were just close enough, and then...darkness...silence...
   With fear, I slowly opened my eyes, however it was not the image I was expecting. On the outside I was surrounded by whiteness and on the inside I was filled with confusion. There was nothing, nothing except from the ground I was lying on; which was uncomfortable. The walls were white, the door was white, the only glimpse of colour to be seen was the golden lock on the door; surprisingly enough, it was locked. There is no way out..