The Footfalls of a Predator

The footsteps seemed to come from everywhere at once, echoing like the sound of a dozen pebbles hitting the bottom of a dry well. One day decided he did not want to wait to see who or what was coming. He grabbed the lantern and fled for the door. Only it was not there. The footfalls resumed fast. A confusion of sounds like marbles skittering across tiles. His mind sat on flight, intent on putting as much distance as he could between himself and those hellish footfalls.