No Running in the Hallways

What have I gotten myself into? Being 17, I am old enough to run an orphanage, at least in my town. I don't want to be taking care of whiny little children, whether they have parents or not. But you earn a decent amount of money, and I really need to pay off my student loan. I enter through the orphanage doors annoyed and slightly tired. After all, I need to start this job by 7:00 AM. I see all kinds of little children roaming around and chatting, and I immediately regret my decision. But one thing I found funny is that no one was running. Usually, these institutions have the kids racing around. I rush to the little office the place provided for me, and a little girl dressed in white taps my shoulder.

"No running in the hallways, Miss."

I walk as quickly as I can to the office, and I contemplate what just happened. All the orphans are wearing a uniform. White shirts and blue plaid skirts/pants. This girl had a completely white robe on. I stay for the night, falling asleep in a chair. The next morning, I wake to children screaming. Jeez! I think these children can do ANYTHING but run in the corridor. Oh no. I was supposed to serve them breakfast. I sprint to the kitchen, and the same little girl from last night meets me there.

"It's okay, Miss. I made them breakfast. But you can't run in the hallways."

I glance to my right. All of the orphans are eating plates stacked high of eggs and bacon. I ask them who made them breakfast.

"The lady in white did. She was nice." All of them answer in perfect unison.

I am now freaked out. I just relax, brush it off, and the day passes pretty quickly. Nighttime is when I should keep my eyes peeled. I'm too afraid to run now. For the next few days, I just woke up early and was extremely careful to be punctual for everything, so I don't have to rush. Until it happened.

One night, I had a dream. More like nightmare, actually. Bloody ropes, knives, all that cliche stuff. But one thing really ticked me off. That same girl in white smiled at me in the middle of all that mess.

"Mother doesn't like it when you run in the corridor," she said.

I wake up in a cold sweat. I have got to get out of this place. I don't care if I'm not supposed to run. I sprint and sprint until I'm at the orphanage doors. Then I realize something. This girl, at the orphanage, must be an orphan. She doesn't have parents. Her mother-

A demonic voice cuts my thinking off. I look up and the girl in white is standing with someone. She has the sme robe on, but she has claws. Her teeth are fangs, and her eyes and hair scream "crazy".

"Didn't my daughter tell you? No running in the hallways!"