How could he possibly fight something he could only see within the split-second moment after he turned off the light? In that briefness, he caught glimpses of something that was human in the same way an octopus was - sure there were similar parts but the numbers were all wrong.
Arms were stacked upon arms til the wretched thing seemed like it might topple over at the slightest breeze and the way all those arms clung to the walls as it shuffled towards him made that all the more likely. Somewhere among the limbs was a head or eyes of some sort, enough of a visual front that it knew where he was standing and was heading right for him.
Much as he knew he should run, much as he reckoned he could outrun it if he heeded to, he also wanted to see if it actually meant to harm him. All the bodies downstairs had been dead long before reports of the creature had been sent in so the likelihood of it being the killer was fairly slim, if at all.
The closer it got, the better he could see it between the now rhythmic flicking of the light switch. Not every arm had a hand but every hand ended in a cluster of eyes curled neatly on each palm - all green and all staring right at him. There were larger eyes huddled up among the joints of the arms too, right where they met the torso.
Strangely enough, it wasn't making any sound as it moved towards him. No feet shuffling against the concrete floor, no hands sliding across the cracked and peeling wallpaper - just silence broken by his own staggered breathing and the steady click of the light switch.
It was only seconds away from him when the lightbulb finally broke, throwing them both into darkness
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