Silence. No sound at all. Jafar moved as slow as he could. All of a sudden, he felt a movement from somewhere else which caused him to stop dead in his tracks. The position he found himself in was too uncomfortable to stay in for a long period of time. His leg began to ache from carrying all of his weight on it. Sweat began to dribble down his forehead. It was hot in there and he felt it even more given the situation. Whatever moved earlier stopped its activity, however, so Jafar returned to his slow travel towards the exit door on his right. Each step he took made his shoulders stiffen up more and more, and his muscles tense up elsewhere on his body. He cursed the moment he chose to come to this place. After long and miserable moments, he finally reached the blessed door, which would have been relatively close to him in any other normal situation. He looked outside through the door's little window to look at his safe getaway.
Jafar's hand reached to the door ever so slowly until it made contact. He was full of nerves. This was it. No second chance. Jafar gripped the handle and opened the door as fast as he could. The door flew open and he ran to the other side quickly. He slammed the door shut and turned the already placed key to lock the door immediately. Jafar took a few steps away, but couldn't help looking back at the door one more time. Suddenly, a large shadowy and featureless figure appeared incredibly fast and hugged the door. It started making a deep and unreasonably loud sound, as if a ship's horn went off close by. Jafar's heart beat very fast as the panic set in. He didn't move a muscle. He couldn't move a muscle as all his worst fears from his imagination appeared before him. He started to realise that he needed to do something. So, he did what he knew best. Jafar started running towards the other direction of that abandoned warehouse, and he never returned to it ever again.