Head back

Ethan leaves the room, returning to the dark hall. Looking back the way he came, he suddenly realizes how far he wandered. Slowly, watching his step, he makes his way down the hall.

And then, he sees something move.

Stopping, Ethan looks dead ahead, swallowing audibly. A black mass in the shadows is moving down the hall towards him. Too large to be a cat. Taking a half step back, Ethan feels his heart racing, finding he suddenly believes in ghosts more than he thought.

The mass stops for a second. Then, seeming to notice him, rushes forward.

"ETHAN!" It screeches, thumping foward.

Ethan screams, terrified the ghost knows his name, but a second later his brain processes the voice. "Alex?!"Closer now, he sees the mass is just Alex, wrapped up in the blanket. "What the fuck!?"

"You took too long! I came to save you!"

"Well... Thanks? But fuck... Why are you wearing the blanket like that?!"

"To protect myself from ghosts, idiot!"

Ethan rolls his eyes so hard he almost gets dizzy. "Okay well... There as no ghosts. A window blew open and was banging.

"Oh..." Alex looks past Ethan, frowning. "You sure?"

"Have you heard anything else?"

"No..." Alex pouts, "Okay well... Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The two stand there, recovering from their own horrors.

"We should get back. You being all brave kinda put me in the mood..."

Smiling, Ethan escorts the burrito'd up woman back down the hall.