You swallow your breath, and decide to fight you fears. You sprint around the corner, fist raised, and swing at... absolutely nothing. There is nothing around that corner. Moreover, the darkness behind you has gone. So where did those footsteps come from? There is a door at the end of this corridor.
Was... Was all that just my imagination? If I can't trust my own senses, then who can I trust?
Better get close to that door and check my pockets before doing anything else, who knows what I might have missed.
You start lightly jogging up the stairs and throw the door open, expecting to find fresh air. Instead, you're finally back on the prison level. You're in the sheriff's office, with computers and safes lying around. The door out of the room to the north is broken open, and the floor is covered with dried out blood.