An Echo in the Hall....

So a couple of friends of mine completed a 31 day writing challenge a couple of months ago.  It was inspiring to see them write their blogs (and read about the books that they love) and complete the challenge.  They did theirs on the books that they love/influenced them but I think that I am going to kick this off with a 31 day blog challenge of creative writing.  I will eventually do the books that I love and I have a couple of others that I am tossing around doing as well but I really wanted to kick off the new year by getting my creative side flowing again.  I do so much writing for school (which I do enjoy) but rarely make the time to write for the love of the craft.  So this is me...making the time to do something that I love.  If you have a writing prompt or something that you would like to challenge me with, please feel free to send it my way!

Prompt 1:

“The echo of shuffling footsteps….”

Samantha stood leaning against the wall of her cubicle sipping her peppermint tea and watching the traffic on the freeway.  Sighing, she looked back over her shoulder at the mounds of work still stacked on her desk.  She had been hoping to be out of here by now but looks like it wasn’t in the cards for her today.  Glancing at her watch, she saw it was almost 9 pm.  She put her mug down on her desk and headed for the door.  As she reached for the door, she thought she heard her papers rustle on her desk.  Glancing back everything looked in order.  Shrugging and chalking it up to the heat kicking on, she reached for the door handle.  Heading out of her office to the ladies room, Samantha became aware that the entire building was empty.  What the hell?  I thought these guys would be here until at least 10 and now there was no one around.  Why did this always give her the creeps?  She can be in her office alone but the whole building?  Yeah, she didn’t like that much.  Hurrying down the hall, she promised herself she was going to finish up her current reconciliation quickly and get the heck out of there.  She ducked into the handicap stall of the bathroom and pretended like she wasn’t completely weirded out right now.  Just as she reached to flush, she heard the elevator start its ascent to her floor.  Oh good, so maybe I am not the only one here after all.  Finishing up, she headed for the door and pulled it open.  Stepping out into the hall, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye but when she looked, there was nobody there.  “Hello?  Is someone here?”  Samantha heard nothing but the faint echo of footsteps in the lunchroom.  She stood, unsure if she wanted to check it out or run back to her office.  Deciding that she just wanted to get the hell out of there, she walked quickly back to her office.  Keying in her code she heard the footsteps again.  Heart hammering, she turned and again nothing.  Jerking the door open, Samantha lunged inside and pulled the door shut.  Dashing over to her desk, she clocked out and grabbed her purse.  Steeling herself, she pushed open the door of the office and ran for the stairs.  She sprinted down the steps and out to her car.  Locking herself inside, she tried to calm herself down.  Looking back up at her office, she stifled a scream as she saw the blinds snap close and the shadow of a person shuffle out of her cubicle.