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Thomas
held
his
breath
,
not
daring
to
make
the
slightest
sound
.
The
Griever
now
sat
directly
below
them
.
Thomas
wanted
to
look
down
so
badly
,
but
knew
any
movement
might
give
him
away
.
The
beams
of
light
from
the
creature
shone
all
over
the
place
,
completely
random
,
never
settling
in
one
spot
.
Then
,
without
warning
,
they
went
out
.
The
world
turned
instantly
dark
and
silent
.
It
was
as
if
the
creature
had
turned
off
.
It
did
n't
move
,
made
no
sound
--
even
the
haunting
groans
had
stopped
completely
.
And
with
no
more
lights
,
Thomas
could
n't
see
a
single
thing
.
He
was
blind
.
He
took
small
breaths
through
his
nose
;
his
pumping
heart
needed
oxygen
desperately
.
Could
it
hear
him
?
Smell
him
?
Sweat
drenched
his
hair
,
his
hands
,
his
clothes
,
everything
.
A
fear
he
had
never
known
filled
him
to
the
point
of
insanity
.
Still
,
nothing
.
No
movement
,
no
light
,
no
sound
.
The
anticipation
of
trying
to
guess
its
next
move
was
killing
Thomas
.
Seconds
passed
.
Minutes
.
The
ropy
plant
dug
into
Thomas
's
flesh
--
his
chest
felt
numb
He
wanted
to
scream
at
the
monster
below
him
:
Kill
me
or
go
back
to
your
hiding
hole
!
Then
,
in
a
sudden
burst
of
light
and
sound
,
the
Griever
came
back
to
life
,
whirring
and
clicking
.
And
then
it
started
to
climb
the
wall
.
