But what they could not see, scuttling across the ceiling and vanishing down into the darkest recesses of the house, was the oily black thing, with leather-like skin glistening in the fluctuating candle light that illuminated their way. If they had only looked up at the right moment, been able to see the thing for what it was, they would have left the house then and there, vowing never to return. But their curiosity had them in a vice grip, their spatial awareness had them doomed, and they journeyed further into the corridors, further into the shadows, closer and closer towards the nest…