The gnawing and munching from the open cabinets stopped. Over the edges peeked malformed, impish wraiths. In unison they crawled out and began climbing down, their faces abuzz with static.

Sloan aimed her gun and fired at the wall. The cabinets rattled and quivered with a metallic gurgle as a blinding aura filled the corridor, purging the imp-wraiths that crawled too close. When Sloan released the trigger, a solid circular opening had been chewed through the metal.

(Chapter 4)