As if her single word had flipped a switch, a light suddenly came in at the end of the hall. Delilah's head snapped towards it's direction and felt her heart skip a beat. A light came on. That meant there has to be someone down there, right? She turned her body towards where the light was coming from, and started to take a step in its direction. Something stopped her, though. A noise. Her head whipped in the other direction, seeking where it was coming from. It was footsteps. "Hello," she called out again, a little more hesitantly, this time. 

Delilah looked back in the direction of the light, then back behind her, into the darkness. The footsteps continued, echoing, making it damn near impossible to determine where exactly they were coming from. She took a slow step backwards, intending to go back into the room, but stopped. Goosebumps rose all over her skin. There was something there that made her feel uneasy. She could quite explain it had someone asked her, but she could feel it. Like there was some sort of evil presence there with her. 

Biting her lip, Delilah started walking towards the light at the end of the hall. She was slow going, her body still sore from her accident. The footsteps continued, making her look back more and more, torn between wanting to see who or what it was, and not. With her hand on the wall now, for support, she sped up as much as she could, trying to hurry and get to the light. Like it was her sanctuary. Like it would protect her from the feeling she was getting. It was silly, but she believed it. Her breathing was starting to come faster, her heart pounding, and just when she was a few feet from the light, she turned. Delilah walked backwards into the light, but was trying to see if the footsteps would ever reveal themselves.