You run across the hall in a sprint, dashing past the majority of people. You notice them shift and materialize in front of you. You run in a slalom around them, dodging, feigning and outpacing them. The hall has become silent apart from consistent whispers from every corner. Shadows dance and pulse around you.

The whispers around you become louder. It is a mass of voices, shouting with seething rage for you to stay. You do one final desperate push and manage to reach one of the exits. Free from the dinning hall you keep running while you hear banshee screams behind you.