Just as he was clearing the second-floor landing, he heard the landing door 
behind him. He tried to turn and get off a shot, but as he grabbed at the 
banister for support, the world around him suddenly shifted wildly. Dark shadows 
filled the stairwell. The stairs beneath his feet seemed to turn to rubber and 
he stumbled down them, crashing into the cement wall. Out the corner of his 
eye, he thought he saw a figure moving, now red and warm, just a shadow. His 
father? Billy? He looked up and saw a man with fetishes pinned to his armored 
chest slip back into the second-floor hallway, then close the door behind him.