Even though we were all ready to deal with him, Professor Scott stopped appearing. It was as if he could read our minds, sensing our intentions, and refrained from disturbing us.
As time passed, the courage we had built up began to dissipate slowly. With our nerves on high alert for so long, I started to feel waves of fatigue.
We could still sense his presence lurking in the darkness, but he just wouldn't show himself. It made us increasingly worried. Could this thing be intelligent, trying to wear us out deliberately?
Sure enough, just as we began to relax, Professor Scott reappeared. He stood at a distance, not too far nor too close, with a sinister smile on his face that seemed both mocking and sorrowful.
A dead man, appearing before us repeatedly with such a grim smile, mad
