He would squeeze into the hole in the wall, every shuddering breath he took sounded too loud, and he held the camcorder in his grip shakily, almost too shakily.

He stared at the pipes outside of the entrance, hearing the roaring of God knows whatever that thing is, his head feeling woozy with the amount of thoughts that ran in his mind.

He gasped as he heard the heavy steps, holding his breath and just hoping that whatever it was would pass by and allow him to leave.