Mark stared at Arthur as he ran past, looking over at Zelda when she yelled at him - or at least tried to. "It wasn't one of my friends, I wasn't planning on coming in here tonight. If I was going to scare you guys I would have just told a very scary story, but I wasn't really feeling up to an elaborate prank tonight. I swear, that's the ghost," he said, a slight wobble to his voice - hardly noticable.
Arthur decided that he had been hiding long enough and he slipped out from behind the bookcase, and started to head towards the door, when he tripped over a chair. He flipped over the top of the chair and landed on the small coffee table next to it. The coffee table broke with a loud crack as Arthur fell on it. Arthur winced in pain, "Ow..." He started to push himself off of the broken table.