His words, although intended to reassure Molly, were making her gag.
The fear in her eyes intensified.
“What I mean is,” Greg continued, softly. “This is the perfect chance to get away, but we need to move, now.”
Molly considered his idea, then nodded.
Greg guided her back towards the stairwell, all the time glancing over his shoulder, just in case. He could feel the blood in his veins thundering in his ears, and for a moment he was afraid that he might pass out. But realising that would be the end of them both, he shook the feeling away and continued down the corridor.
Molly beside him blubbered with her hand covering her mouth in a vain effort to staunch the noise.
As they reached the door to the stairwell, Greg turned back for one final look, just to ensure that the creature from
