I am being chased.

I’m in a large sort of city office complex. It’s a tall building in the middle of a large urban area. The building is combined shopping mall and office space. Unable to leave, I look for a way out. I don’t know what follows me, or why. I get the impression that it might be a something instead.

I don’t remember entering the building. I can’t remember when I arrived or how long I’ve been there. I’ve been looking for a place to rest, but nothing is open when I need it to be. Or it changes as I arrive.

Every floor is different. Different layouts, different offices or shops. As I walk around, the floors change. There are times where I think I have a chance to sit on a bench to figure out where I am, and I hear a noise. Whoever, or whatever, is after me is getting closer. I must move on. Even when I try to go back to find a place, I think I can hide long enough to get my bearings and plan on where to go next to find an exit.

The noise is a sort of in the distance shouting or a moan. I’ve heard it a few times. It’s getting closer, and that is my cue to keep moving.

Sometimes the people in the building know who I am or that I’m ‘wanted’ but they don’t threaten to ‘rat me out’. It feels more like they are trying to warn me. Some of them tell me I’m close to being caught. Some people give me hints on how to exit the building, but the hints are wrong or the place where the hints lead to have changed.

At one point, I grab a doorknob, but the knob crumbles in my hand.

I must keep moving. I have tricked a few people who I suspect are helping the person or thing chasing me. I lost a man by pushing him down an old elevator shaft. I made sure he had something to grab onto. He was friendly right until I pushed him. I left him screaming as he held on to a red ribbon that was tied to a hook in the shaft doorway.

Offices vary across floors, even as I walk. Décor transforms, scenes shift, people vanish, and unknown faces appear right in front of me. It all melds together, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Sometimes I feel I’m almost caught, that whatever or whoever is looking for me is just around the next corner. That’s when I run. Running down a hallway that changes as I run or walking down a flight of stairs, the stairway changes right in front of me.

There is a large area with sunlight coming in from a large window in the ceiling. Am I on the top floor of the building? I can’t tell. There are shops I dart in and out of, but as I walk and explore the shops, it all changes again.

Customers in these shops either cannot see me at all or give me stern looks. Two people gave me the signal to be quiet. I am making too much noise as I move through the shopping area.

All I want to do is leave. I must keep moving to keep from being caught. I lean up against a wall to catch my breath. I hear a noise, a dull sort of moaning, and a movement behind me. I feel a hand on my back.