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Feet pounding the hardwood floors. Heavy, fast breathing. There isn't enough air no matter how fast or hard I breathe, my throat raw and burning. Adrenaline rushing through my veins, forcing the blood to roar in my ears. Heart pounding faster with each terrifying second, slamming against my ribs.

I coul hear it. I could smell it. It sniffs at the air like a dog, huffing and growling with the need to eat. To tear meat apart with its wickedly sharp claws and teeth as long and thick as my arm. The stench of rotten flesh was mixing with the wet mold smell that clung to its fur like a cloak. It was gag inducing and choked away all the clean air, making breathing even that much more harder.

I chanced a look behind me at it, over my shouldeer, Miistake. Big mistake. Its fur hung in matted clumps, black and shaggy. Its eyes burned like coals, black as the pits from whence it came and glowing with a faint red as though to symbolize the fires from which it was created. It was hardly a few feet from me now and gaining faster than I could hope to run with these damned short legs.

On all fours, it lunges at me and I barely manage to dodge. It crashes through the wall and I stumble back to my feet, dashing down a different hall. My lungs are burning by this point and my legs are starting to feel heavy. I can't keep going much longer and I don't have much else to go. I'm going to hit a dead end sooner or later because hiding is just not an option. I hear it get back on its feet and snarl.

Somthing grabbed my arm from a side hall and yanked me down it with an iron grip. I shout and struggle before Monk gives me a hard shake and a look that says, shut up. He runs full tilt and its all I can do to keep up. My knees are weak from relief. They made it here before I was eaten. We might have a chance at exorcising this thing now. I stumble, but he's so fast and strong, I didn't fall. The halls are blurring black from behind us and I can feel its breath on the back of my neck, hot and hungry.

But just up ahead I see a door. We redouble our efforts, slam our combined weight into it and it breaks open. We tumble out into the cool night, hit the hard gravel of the driveway and it can't follow. It stands there, glaring at us, huffing. It vanishes.

I go limp with relief, breathing hard. I'm shaking, I realize dully. The stars shine down from the inky blackness of the night sky. My breath is coming out in puffy white whisps. Monk sits up and looks at me. "Next time, call us before you do an investigation on your own. Do you hear me?!"

I nod dizzily and start laughing. His anger turns to worry. "John..."

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