...And Now I'm Arachnophobic

Who is there? Someone? Did I imagine you? I am Albert. I was a Pathfinder once. Now that I'm blind, I see no path. It seems wrong to call myself Pathfinder Henson. I can hear, though. I can hear them eating. They eat the fresh parts. My eyes. My insides. It hurts all the time. They do not want my rotten pieces. The decayed parts are all I have left. The worst of me. I wasn't alone here, I had fellow Pathfinders. I keep hearing sobbing from the walls. Do you hear them too?