She heard a sound, and she realized it was just like the sound they’d heard back on the concourse, but much louder now. Much more distinct. A sort of low rumbling, a grunting, deep noise. Like an animal snuffling against the walls of an echoing tunnel. A rough snuffling. The light at the end of the corridor grew stronger. Something was coming, something was right around the corner, and any moment now, any second, it would step into view. She couldn’t move. She didn’t breathe. She was petrified with terror and if the thing was coming to kill her, to rip her apart – there was nothing she could
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