Night 58: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[terriblehaiku]

[From here.]He brushed past people in the hallway and headed forward down the dark corridor. It was silent here, and dark, save for the light from his lantern. He picked up his pace, stalking down the hallway as quickly as he'd allow himself without breaking into an actual run

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[corvus_veritas]

[Back from here.]

Byrne dashed out into the hallway and skidded to a halt, heart racing, panting from the effort. Was it dumb to stop? Would that ghost pursue them out here? He looked back to see if Gren had managed to escape, and then to see if that ghost child might be following them. Thankfully, the latter case didn't seem to be happening yet. Hopefully the ghost would be merciful and stay put where it was. Hopefully.

"What the hell was that?!" he cried, eyes wide. He'd already asked the question before, but he might as well repeat it. He was still in a mild case of shock from the whole incident; of course, it would be another minute or two before he would remember the fact that the ghost had managed to touch him when he'd run past it.

[for_a_song]

"I don't know, and I don't think I want to." He was leaning on his shovel now, breathing hard from the short dash down the hall. Apparently, he could add his stamina to the list of casualties from his second round of playing guinea pig.

"I guess it didn't want us snooping around."