she turned and went lurching up the hallway while the wind gusted and the door banged and the shutter clapped and the dog howled and it was right behind her , it was , she could hear that hissing sound , and at any moment it would reach out for her , a narrow white hand floating at the end of a fantastic arm as long as a tentacle , she would feel those rotting white fingers close on her throat- then she was at the back door , she was opening it , she was spilling out onto the stoop and tripping over her own right foot ; she was falling and somehow reminding herself even as she went down to turn her body so she would land on her left side .