There was a crack and a shuffle. Running down the hallway I skidded and turned sharp corners. Eventually I made it to the elevator. Punching the button constantly, I looked around with sweat running down my forehead. A gentle wind pushed my hair to the opposite side of my head. I looked up. The Demogorgen. “Aaahhhhhhh. Its mouth grew spreading its hundreds of teeth and pushing them around. It picked me up and shoved me inside its mouth. I knew I didn’t have much time left before I would die. Then I rememberd, always carried around a penknife. Snap.