Harriet MacLeod (aka 'Harry'):
Despite her familiarity with the tunnels, Harry knows better than to attempt to traverse their labyrinthine depths without a light source. She instead elects to head for the nearest egress atop the cliffs and, once she reaches it, pauses to wring out her wet clothing and don the dry things from her duffle bag. She allows her eyes time to adjust to the growing darkness before setting out for Collinsport on an indirect path that will take her past both Collinwood and the Old House.
You trudge past the old house, and then you pass south of Collinwood itself... but just a little while after that, you run into more fog and mist.
You hear someone stomping around, sort of muttering... it doesn't sound like the panting, growling thing from the night before, it definitely sounds like, well, a normal man... very possibly a man who's even more irritated by the fog and mist than yourself.
Then the footsteps stop.
"Who's there? Who is that? I hear you-- I heard that footstep, Professor! You cannot hide from one appointed by the Lord!"
Oh, terrific, it's that weird fanatic you and the Professor met yesterday. For some reason he thinks you're the Professor.