Casey jones leaps from a building his sneakers hit the pavement he’s in a hurry to get rid of the police at least get them off his tail “shit” he whispers under his breath and finds a warehouse planning on awaiting till things die down he sighs of relief when he thinks he’s alone but hears the old warehouse creak signaling someone else’s presence Casey jumps into a defensive stance pulling a baseball bat from the golf caddy over his shoulder “who’s there?” Casey looks around and scans the warehouse other creak makes the space Eerie “That doesn’t reassure me of your presence at all” he said maybe talking to himself yet he didn’t know Casey tightens his grip on the bat as he looks around, his eyes darting from corner to corner for any sign of movement