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 I heard footsteps. They pounded the old wooden floors with a two second interval between. It was soon accompanied by a hideous growl. I was crouched by the door within a few seconds, trying to make out what the thing coming down the hall was. It's footsteps sounded sort of human, an injured one at the least, but the growl......it was more gutteral, primal in a sense. The steps grew louder then stopped, and I realized it had stopped by the door. I hurriedly dashed to the empty and open closet across the room, by the bed. I quietly slipped inside, closed the doors and ducked down in floor of the closet, listening as I brought out my bronze d