From the Inside Flap
With a final, desperate groan, the elevator rattled to a stop. The florescent lights flickered upon impact, strobing off the dented metal interior and into Ruby's eyes. Ruby's fingers tightened around the rims of her wheelchair. Adrenaline was a marvelous thing. It had been enough to keep her moving even when the bones of her leg were shattered. Of course, running for her life on a broken limb had only increased the injury and it had required surgery to piece her back together. It had also stuck her in the cheap wheelchair for the length of her recovery. With limited upper body strength and coordination, she couldn't master the maneuvering it with any grace. Everything always ended in painful collisions. Sometimes, she told herself that was why she never went outside. It was always a lie.
The elevator doors opened with a rusted squeal, revealing the hallway that was always dim, even in the middle of the day. Of all the worn and rundown places that made up the apartment complex, she hated the lobby the most. The elevator always stopped just a little lower than it should, making it a challenge to get out before the doors closed upon her leg. With a savage shove, she jolted out into the hallway.
While the owners had attempted to pretty up the place, the damage was more than what a fresh coat of paint could fix. Cracks lined the ceiling and worrisome stains collected in the corners. Everything just seemed perpetually damp. Ruby wheeled herself down the wide corridor towards the front desk, the old carpet bunching up around her wheels. The building itself was laid out in a square, with the inside gouged out to create a courtyard. It had clearly been intended as a family area but something had been lost in translation. None of the plants they had used to line the pool could survive the shadowy dampness. As they rotted away, mold and moss had grown to claim the space. The courtyard was enclosed with walls of glass and it tortured her to pass by it.
The wall of windows was a stark reminder of a place miles away, a building set high up in the mountains. For days, a living fog had pressed against the glass, concealing a number of horrors. Whenever she saw the glass, it was hard to keep the memories of the children with pitch black eyes from consuming her thoughts. Physically, she had escaped the demonic spawns. But it had taken its mental toll. It always felt like someone was watching her. She saw them in every shadow, heard them in every voice. It was like an axe was hanging over her head and all she could do was wait for it to drop. For the children to return.