I'll catch you

He positioned Dona to face the wall and not it.

He was at her right and it was on her left. Its head had been twisted to face her and she could feel its hot breath upon the nape of her neck. She didn't fidget, too scared to move she froze. She even tried to stop the upheaval of her chest as she breathed in fear that movement would cause it to action.

She flinched and gasped as a sound appeared to her right. Forcing her neck not to turn to the creature.

"Do you see it?"

She didn't know whether she should announce the appearance of the phantom or to just let it be. She was experiencing affliction on both sides. She hadn't replied. Then Tony pointed to the makeshift carcass on the floor.

"It's a mold", he commented. "Of my grandmother, Tiffany."

Tiffany, that name piqued Dona's interest. It was the name of the last known relative to the little boy. The little boy that Madam Alice sought out. His name...