The cawing starts every day right before sundown, so be sure to be timely. If you step lightly, you could make it across the cracked, decaying pathway to the enclosed hollow stairs. Be sure to open the iron door with gentle dexterity, and close it silently as to not make your presence announced.

When you reach the top of the landing, pick up your pace down the endless, echoing hall my darling. Hold your breath and whatever you do - don't look behind you. Try to ignore the muffled airspace they are closing in with from an uncomfortable distance.

q u i c k l y n o w reach the front step and pull back the remains of the tattered door mat. See the deep scratches in the woodgrain as a warning from the failed arrivals of the recent past. They are only silently showing you the reward for a glistening key held too exposed in the palm of your hand for your eager attempts to get beyond. They love its’ gleam. You are so close, and with a steady force unlock the doo— they heard the reverberated click of your excitement as you opened it. Move swiftly in for cover! Seal the entry, and lock the latch behind you!

Nest into this space as you are safe, for tonight. Do not to let the deafening silence outside haunt you. Try not to think about it, my love...

it is only a confirmation they have landed.