Another patient with good instincts, instincts that perhaps he should have followed. Scar was certainly right in that there was definitely something lurking in the darkness -- something borne of hatred that had festered for years upon years, until the cause for vengeance had been forgotten and only the drive for it remained. Any target, any at all, that wandered into this space would do.

And as Scar moved into the hallway, that something found him: something subtle, something that couldn't quite be pinpointed. There was a set of footsteps, unsteady and lurching (one foot landing heavier than the other, the other sounding almost like it was being dragged), but it seemed to come from all directions and no directions at once, fading in and out of awareness.

Perhaps it might have been wiser to keep his flashlight on -- for then Scar might have been able to see, flickering in and out of sight, the figure of a disfigured human, movements jerky and unreal.