The creature is bending low, still trying to fit through the doorway, when Tim heaves the piece of broken furniture at it.
Due to either lucky or unlucky timing, depending on whose perspective you take, the chunk of wood nails it across the face. A crack splits the mask from the jawline to the left eye, and the shadow screeches, lunging forward. The air buzzes for a moment, and if either Jay or Tim look back, they will see the space around the shadow split and smear as it clips forward, freeing it from the doorframe. It bounds toward the staircase.
Jay sprints up the stairs two at a time, glancing back at every landing to make sure Tim's still following. Lungs aching and throat stinging, he stops for a second at the entrance to a floor Jay neglected to count, wheezing, "Get downstairs! We're--the ceiling's coming down!"
He continues his ascent, attempting to repeat the warning every few floors, but he knows he's losing track. He knows he's not being as careful as he could be.
He can hear the scrape of the shadow's claws behind them.
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Due to either lucky or unlucky timing, depending on whose perspective you take, the chunk of wood nails it across the face. A crack splits the mask from the jawline to the left eye, and the shadow screeches, lunging forward. The air buzzes for a moment, and if either Jay or Tim look back, they will see the space around the shadow split and smear as it clips forward, freeing it from the doorframe. It bounds toward the staircase.
Jay sprints up the stairs two at a time, glancing back at every landing to make sure Tim's still following. Lungs aching and throat stinging, he stops for a second at the entrance to a floor Jay neglected to count, wheezing, "Get downstairs! We're--the ceiling's coming down!"
He continues his ascent, attempting to repeat the warning every few floors, but he knows he's losing track. He knows he's not being as careful as he could be.
He can hear the scrape of the shadow's claws behind them.