Running. My heart pumping a regular beat, like a last desperate cry for help. The running seemed to mold the pain into one endless streak of white-hot fire in my chest. I came to the end of the street and stopped short, my breath whistling a funeral dirge in my throat, my heart thundering like an advancing storm. The building in front of me was made of dark brick, desolate and deserted. I opened the door. It swung drunkenly, for it was held in place by only a single hinge. I walked into the strange, sterile entrance way and climbed the stairs that were in front of me. My feet made a hollow echoing sound as they hit the gray, concrete steps. A hollow sound like the tone in my wife's voice as she left. At the top of the stairs was a heavy metal door with a black knob. I opened the door and stepped into a musty room. The walls were a sickening off-white, and the fluorescent lights didn't seem to give off any real light, for it was dim and hard to see. In the center of the room was a wooden table with a globe on it. The table was scratched up and misused. Some of the scratches seemed to run through the entire table. The globe had pieces of it carved out of it very neatly. It made me shudder with dread. I left the room and went down the stairs. I found another set of stairs going down even further into the the depths of the building. At the bottom of the stairs was another heavy metal door, but this one had a gray knob. I opened this door and immediately smelled mold and decay. The room was small and paneled with black wood. Near the far wall was lying a small coffin of reddish wood. The lid was open, so I walked over to look inside of it. The coffin was very small, and seemed to be the right size for a child. When I looked into the coffin, I beheld a child's skeleton, dark gray with recently decayed flesh. The child was wearing a shirt with a yellow smiley face on it. Some people would have screamed and run, some would have laughed crazily at the irony of the shirt, but I. . . I just looked solemnly at the forlorn figure. I soon squatted down and started to cry.