"But there's a phone-"

Amber had taken one step inside just as V was warning her, the smellin the room was considerably different. To describe it was difficult; the faint smell of old household chemicals. There was a ragged poster of the periodic table on the wall, illuminated by whatever little light was in the room. The walls were gray, raw but functional wall. How odd that there wasn't any ventilation and so...silent.

It probably had taken less than a second, hearing V tell her to get out, shut the door, leave.

BANG! BANG!

The locker doors shook from the inside out. There was a loud metallic clang (Amber's eyes widened, quickly stepping back) and the weary dragging of feet. And the groaning, terrifying moans of...what the hell was it!?