[Wait, why were they moving closer to it?! Wander jumped down and he clung to William's leg, trying to get him to stop.]

I'm positive, Will. Come on, maybe this isn't such a great idea. We should leave! And never come back! Yeah, that sounds like a much better plan to me.

[As they neared the door, a flash of claws emerged. Long, tendril-like fingers peeled the paint off in thin lines as it grasped the doorframe, trying to fit its sinewy body through. Wander was now a screaming orange ball of fluff.]