As the knots and whorls in the wooden doorframe began to form faces and as those faces began to scream and beg him to leave, he realised he was in deeper trouble than he'd previously thought. The house had seemed so perfectly vacant, with the owners having left for a vacation some two days ago towing suitcases that suggested they'd be gone for a couple weeks at least.
It had seemed like the perfect time to make a move and come out several hundred, if not a thousand, pounds richer in the process. It had seemed so perfectly normal, a little eerie with all the taxidermied mythological creatures but he assumed that rich people were quirky like that.
Then the doorframe had grown faces and screamed at him.
Turning towards the staircase behind, he caught sight of something worm-like and vast ducking back down, eyes meeting clusters of eyes for a heart stopping yet brief moment. The faces had fallen silent at the sight of the creature, as had he. Both hoping that it wasn't interested in pursuing this hunt and both knowing that it was already too late to run or hide.
Some small sliver of his mind that wasn't quite as mad with hysteria recognised it from the hallway below.
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