[The Not Sound makes the creature's head whip up, and although they aren't reflective (anymore), there is a distinct gleam where the thing's eyes should be as it stares straight at the distraught photographer.]
[For a couple of seconds that seem like an eternity, nothing happens-- then without a sound except for the thump of bony feet and hands on the floor, it turns and hops off the counter, skittering to the opposite doorway. Where it pauses and looks over its shaggy shoulder at Henry.]
[Then it starts up the stairs on all fours, stopping briefly halfway up to look at Henry again, before finally ascending into the shadows of the second floor.]
[The toast pops out of the toaster with a loud metallic twang.]
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[For a couple of seconds that seem like an eternity, nothing happens-- then without a sound except for the thump of bony feet and hands on the floor, it turns and hops off the counter, skittering to the opposite doorway. Where it pauses and looks over its shaggy shoulder at Henry.]
[Then it starts up the stairs on all fours, stopping briefly halfway up to look at Henry again, before finally ascending into the shadows of the second floor.]
[The toast pops out of the toaster with a loud metallic twang.]