"Don't think I won't..." Phillip agreed, no way was he dealing with ghosts again and not do what he should've done five years ago. From the getgo, Gray had a chill running down his spine, damp walls that smelled of putrefaction. But regardless of those very sane fears, the hall presented no dangers as of yet.

Keeping his knife out, he trailed behind his friend until the outside light faded away and only Firo's beacon lit the hall, if faintly. Phil wanted to ask what was Firo's power, but that would be rude. A noise got him out of those thoughts, "There's something in here."