I can hear it, tallened fingers and clawed feet scraping and scratching walls and floors. How did it get out of the attic? I had added enough strenghth to that door to make a vault green with envy.
I heard it turn again it the end of the hallway one floor above me. This would make it's 23 time walking that hall. It knew where I was, probably knew the moment it stired from its attic hole. It was taunting me. trying to drive my fear to new heights, make me...