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One
of
the
Grievers
sounded
like
it
was
moving
toward
the
house
.
Then
the
clicking
of
its
spikes
against
the
stone
suddenly
turned
into
a
deeper
,
hollower
sound
.
Thomas
could
picture
it
all
:
the
creature
's
metal
spikes
digging
into
the
wooden
sides
of
the
Homestead
,
the
massive
creature
rolling
its
body
,
climbing
up
toward
their
room
,
defying
gravity
with
its
strength
.
Thomas
heard
the
Grievers
'
spikes
shred
the
wood
siding
in
their
path
as
they
tore
out
and
rotated
around
to
take
hold
once
again
.
The
whole
building
shuddered
.
The
crunching
and
groaning
and
snapping
of
the
wood
became
the
only
sounds
in
the
world
to
Thomas
,
horrifying
.
They
grew
louder
,
closer
--
the
other
boys
had
shuffled
across
the
room
and
as
far
away
from
the
window
as
possible
.
Thomas
finally
followed
suit
,
Newt
right
beside
him
;
everyone
huddled
against
the
far
wall
,
staring
at
the
window
.
Just
when
it
grew
unbearable
--
just
as
Thomas
realized
the
Griever
was
right
outside
the
window
--
everything
fell
silent
.
Thomas
could
almost
hear
his
own
heart
beating
.
Lights
flickered
out
there
,
casting
odd
beams
through
the
cracks
between
the
wooden
boards
.
Then
a
thin
shadow
interrupted
the
light
,
moving
back
and
forth
.
Thomas
knew
that
the
Griever
's
probes
and
weapons
had
come
out
,
searching
for
a
feast
.
He
imagined
beetle
blades
out
there
,
helping
the
creatures
find
their
way
.
A
few
seconds
later
the
shadow
stopped
;
the
light
settled
to
a
standstill
,
casting
three
unmoving
planes
of
brightness
into
the
room
.
The
tension
in
the
air
was
thick
;
Thomas
could
n't
hear
anyone
breathing
.
He
thought
much
the
same
must
be
going
on
in
the
other
rooms
of
the
Homestead
.
Then
he
remembered
Teresa
in
the
Slammer
He
was
just
wishing
she
'd
say
something
to
him
when
the
door
from
the
hallway
suddenly
whipped
open
.
Gasps
and
shouts
exploded
throughout
the
room
.
The
Gladers
had
been
expecting
something
from
the
window
,
not
from
behind
them
.
Thomas
turned
to
see
who
'd
opened
the
door
,
expecting
a
frightened
Chuck
or
maybe
a
reconsidering
Alby
.
But
when
he
saw
who
stood
there
,
his
skull
seemed
to
contract
,
squeezing
his
brain
in
shock
.
It
was
Gally
.
Gally
's
eyes
raged
with
lunacy
;
his
clothes
were
torn
and
filthy
.
He
dropped
to
his
knees
and
stayed
there
,
his
chest
heaving
with
deep
,
sucking
breaths
.
He
looked
about
the
room
like
a
rabid
dog
searching
for
someone
to
bite
.
No
one
said
a
word
.
It
was
as
if
they
all
believed
as
Thomas
did
--
that
Gally
was
only
a
figment
of
their
imagination
.
"
They
'll
kill
you
!
"
Gally
screamed
,
spittle
flying
everywhere
.
"
The
Grievers
will
kill
you
all
--
one
every
night
till
it
's
over
!
"
