Just start walking.

Doesn't matter where you're going just so long as you don't stay here. Once you're outside the building, clad in a long jacket to hide the persistent bulge and the same jeans you wore to sleep, you decide to return to the scene of the crime. Maybe not to find the old woman but if you could find something, anything, to help you it'd be worth the trip. You have a hard time forgetting the eyes in the dark on the bus ride over, so many eyes...

You freeze, "Too many eyes..." That thing that had attacked you and dad... was it out there? Did it really exist? Had you seen it last night? Your thoughts are spinning out of control and you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. Things like that didn't exist... relax... stay in control. When the bus reaches your stop you've almost gotten the shaking under control. Almost.

Cautiously peering down the street, you see no evidence of last nights strange happenings. No suspicious activity whatsoever. Just a mostly empty street. Nobody but a couple of pedestrians hurrying off to wherever-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT.