k, so make your own ending of this story that I've just thought of for no reason whatsoever:
FINISH THE STORY!She ran down the hallway, sweat rushing down her face. She knew she couldn't stop, or the ghost would get her. She sprinted past the old grandfather clock as it just hit midnight, and it started to chime. The woman's heart was racing as she turned a corner and sprinted down it - but it was a dead end. Turning around, she was swept off her feet as a tall, 6 foot ghost with a bag popped out of the wall. The ghost spotted the woman screaming, and put his hand into his bag. The woman screamed in fear, as the ghost pulled out...