The thing in the doorway is backlit.

It, they, are tall and thin

With just the wrong number of limbs

The wrong number of eyes

Lit up,

despite the lack of light

He advances.

It advances.

You try to turn on the lights,

Fumble for the switch.

Where is it?

There—

Just to the left

Flick it on and see.

Oh god, it’s so much worse when you can see it.