There is an unholy noise, a vision, and I see them again. The monsters. Their eyes pierce my gaze, and there is a blinding flash. I think reality is breaking down. Every time I see them, it is like the world shifts - or is it that the world is inert, and I am the one that is shifting? Either way, they have appeared on the walls now. I dread their voices, their unholy cries. It isn't long before they will come back, now. I need to keep running.