Blackness, but with solidness beneath his feet. Voices in the darkness, the scampering of creatures unknown and terrifying. A sense of the space that he stood in. There were limits now. At least to the basement of the house. But then there were creatures that defied those limits. Who were present for a second, and then they weren't.
Darkness, navigating it. His feet pulling him forward. Pushed now. No will of his own. The door had already been opened, it was already done. It slammed shut behind him, and he was food for all the demons that lay in there.
