"The morgue," she mumbled to herself as her eyes adjusted to the light, squinting them to help speed the process. Delilah took a cautious step forward, her eyes continuing to scan the area. The  with various instruments, all of which she was familiar with. The tables that contained dead bodies. Something else that wasn't new to her. Though, seeing them like this, was a little different that how she saw them. The room, she noticed, was cool. Delilah looked down at herself and damned the hospital gown she was in. She desperately wanted normal clothes on. 

And then it happened again. The lights went out, only for a moment, before coming back on. As soon as they had came back on, the feeling from earlier came back. The awful feeling like pure evil was in the room with her. And he was. Delilah gasped and stepped backwards, tripping over the chair behind her. There, across the room, was the same man from earlier. He stood, unmoving at the door, blocking her escape. "Jesus Christ," Delilah whimpered as she struggle to right herself after tripping. "Go away!" She pressed herself hard against the wall, and slowly scoot along it, as if it would keep her far away from him. 

She looked around the room, her eyes glancing back at the man. The counters. There had to be something there that would help. Would it, though? Would it even phase this being? Could she even make it across the room before he got to her?