You come upon a building in the absolute middle of nowhere that seems like it could make a great fortress if you can find something to barricade the doors. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be much furniture inside.
This is starting to feel like the bad dreams where something unseen is chasing you, where you can never lose it no matter how many turns you take, and all you can do is try to run faster. Just like in those dreams, you feel pulled up the spiralling stairs by some unnameable urge, some fear that remaining still is far worse than whatever you might find if you continue.