Wounded or not, the creature was now moving quickly. It was almost behind them, looming large against the doorway.
Wraith was right behind Mythra and Roland, and she pulled Mr. Oak in to the house as well ((Sorry, Quatermass. Hope that's not powerplaying)).
Slamming shut the door, she threw the lock. The click sounded ominious. The hall was extremely silent, but outside the beast was humming louder than ever.
"So," she said softly. "Now we're trapped."
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"Nothing worth having is easy."
Three years!