The thing made a noise and turned back to her, shifted back into Ellen's face and body - but missing the gaping wound, blood on her hands and in her teeth, lips pulled back in a wicked smile.

And Rachel, who had stumbled back against the wall, hands still trembling, saw that shift.

It wasn't real. If it was real, it wouldn't have shifted back into Ellen's mother.

It's not real.

And with a cry, she grips the torch in both hands and swings hard at the creature's (current) head.