Boars and Walls, Part 2
The creaking floorboards were accompanied by footsteps. These were peculiar, shuffling, slapping steps, both dragging and abrupt, the kind that might be made by thick feet sliding lazily across the floor. He heard heavy, labored breathing too. It was as if a very large person was struggling to move around.
'Gods, these sounds are creeping me out,' his brain complained.
Sweat dribbled down his brow as the knotted tension inside him itched to burst out of his chest. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was discovered, and the only alternative was to jump out and attack the Boar first.
'I can do this,' he thought. 'I can do this.'
Finally, he heard the unceasing rasping that he guessed was caused by the Boar’s thick hide brushing against the walls as it lumbered onward.
Sam took one final breath, readying himself for the attack. But before he was forced out of hiding, Sam was saved by the creaking door that lay between him and the horror.