Sprinting down the halls cold beats of sweat ran down your face in terror. It was chasing after you and you didn't know where to go, where to hide, where to run.

It was catching up at ungodly speeds you had never heard, feel or seen before. Loud thunderous bangs as it's legs and arms hit the ground to run on all fours.

You tripped over a table too close to a sharp corner, falling on the floor as you backed up into the corner with horror plastered on your face.

A tall, lanky figure grey skinned with a sniper hood over its face. Soulless eyes and should be dead by how skinny it looked.

It reached out its hand towards you, it's hidden mouth agape as it tried to reach and grab you, take you with it or something. Scp-096. And you had seen its face. The first person to still be alive so far to tell about it.