Wendigoon

That night, the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed from down below.

I counted time as best I could.

40 minutes.

Someone took three steps out of his cell and into the hallway.

An hour and six minutes.

Someone ran 10 steps along the hallway and stopped abruptly.

28 minutes.

Footsteps approached the stairwell, but then turned into a cell and went silent.

Thing was, whoever it was sounded barefoot.

Starting and stopping locations did not match.

Where they ended was often nowhere near where they began again later.

That's pretty.

All the little like clues we get of this thing's terrifying that we don't see it, but we hear people talking about it.

But I also love that like whatever happens to these people, they're moving somewhere down there, but it's almost like they're floating in between locations or somewhere they're very quiet, then they get loud and stuff.

By the time dawn came, we were scared into motionless, terrified silence.

And it took Kellen's arrival for us to begin stirring again.

With GCG and bankruptcy court, we no longer had a night guard at all.

If it came for us, there would be nobody to let us out of our cells like everyone else.

We hardly talked.

We hardly ate.