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The rest of the figure had flung its arms above a threadbare head. The chin was raised. And pale eyes were rolled back in an ecstasy that was horrible to behold.... Strands adrift from the patchy skull could have been lengths of unhealthy hair or some sort of headdress.
It was striding. There was no other word for it. Striding as if through the wall, and downward from above. The image suggested the idea...

Toward the middle of the wall, he came across what looked like feet... They hovered a yard from the ground, as if ... levitating. [Kyle] immediately snapped the Zippo shut. Then realized the darkness beneath those fleshless toes was worse than the sight of them and he fumbled to get the lighter ignited. And saw not just the feet again, but the entire silhouette and in more detail...