The Man with the Pig Face

I can hear the sound of metal clanking as it I sit there. The voice that I just heard is no longer there. I look to the left of me and see a box against the wall. I crawl over to the box and hide behind it. The scraping of the metal stops as a man enters into view. He is holding a knife and is covered in blood. He's wearing a white lab coat and a mask of what looks to be a pig. He stands there for a second before continuing to walk down the hall scraping his knife against the wall. I stay hidden behind the box staying as low as I can. I wait until I can't hear the scraping and clanking of the knife on the wall before I use the box to stand up.

“I wish the feeling in my legs would come back already”. I sit on the box massaging my legs. I try to stand up and walk but I can only stand for a few seconds before wobbling and falling over. I sit upright and lean my back against the box being sure to stay behind it and hidden.

“I should rest, but I don't want to get found”. I sit there wonder