The Haunted Thing

I walk through the winding halls

The space enclosing in on me

I have to keep breathing

I can't let it know

That I know

It's following me

The cool breeze blows through me

As if it's breathing down my neck

In suspense

I can't take it, so instead

I take off

Running swiftly

Like an eagle gliding through the air

I burst into the nearest door

Catching my breath

I forget why I'm here

I step back into the hallway

*creak*

The door sounds as I left the room

And saw it.