He stood from behind his desk and grabbed the torch. It was time for his round. All the doors had been locked an hour ago and they still would be now, but it still needed to be done.
The dark corridors were unsettling and even after six months of doing this job he couldn't get used to them.
He swung the torch from side to side and the light caught first one wall and then another.
He saw something.
What?
How had that got there?
The doors were locked. He knew they were.
The torch was knocked from his hand and he screamed.
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