You're running down a random hallway, sweat is pouring down your head like a waterfall. You look behind you to see if it's still chasing you, and a pair of grimly glowing red eyes stare back at you, as if death itself was looking back. They walk towards you slowly, a sign of old age. As you run you turn around gun and see it's aiming a gun directly at your head, it's dead emotionless eyes staring at you. You need to think fast before the walls beside you get a fresh coat of red paint.
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