"I, I'm sorry to burst in like this but I'm being followed and ..."
The form of the maid should have come into view by now. Instead the shadow lingered, the light hovering somewhere slightly out of view.
The expected rumble of the monsters entrance didn't come. Instead there where seconds of eerie silence. Still the figure did not shift.
With a sense of urgeny Drew ran towards the woman but when he reached the spot in which she stood he realised that there was nobody there. The shadow was being cast by a wraught iron statue just inside the living room door. It was holding a decorative torch which glowed faintly against the repressive darkness which seemed to prevail here. He'd seen it come on. Someone must have lit it.
He flashed a look back to the door. Still not a sound, nothing from the walking, moaning powerhouse that had chased him here.
He was alone ... but he couldn't be.
He tried to calm himself enough to think clearly.
He finds a window to see if the creature is still looking for him
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