You drop your chin to your chest in your efforts to see the footprints ahead of you in the gloom. You step into a dark area where the moon can't spotlight your way and without transition,so smoothly you don't feel a thing, you are in what you instinctively know is the basement of a house. There are faint footprints in what appears to be a light layer of sawdust. The bare two by fours form a sort of see-through maze that you traverse easily. You come up to a staircase and go still immediately. An odd thrum in your vital organs and you feel as if you must hurry, that something is coming, a desperation that amps up your natural adrenalin.