Descriptive Writing: Liminal Spaces

I stumble across the empty grounds, every footstep echoing through the building. As I walk through the empty corridors and rooms, the vast expanses of the hotel speak about a past time when this place was full of life and noise. The darkness, like a panther, creeps up behind my flashlight. The sound of a creaking door makes me run into a room. I peered into the darkness, every passing moment making me think the sound of a door opening was all a figment of my imagination. I quickly gather my things and leave the area and head towards my car. In the distance, I can see a shape emerging from the building as I drive into the sunset. Sneaking into my house, I grab a delicious piece of cheddar. Enjoying this snack, I wondered where I would go next.