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Hazel nodded, pleased that this man possessed a hint of gentlemanliness. She held out her hand daintily.
"No, I'm afraid. I fell asleep and woke up lying on a floor." She shuddred visibly. "And yourself, Mr. Morris?"
She could've continued the pleasantries for hours, but a loud bang somewhere down the path she'd just walked startled her. It sounded like a fist against wood, and it continued restlessly until the sound of the door splintering echoed throughout the hall.

She whimpered, her knees trembling, suddenly feeling like the candle wasn't enough light at all. "What was that? Was that a person?" she asked shrilly, starting to turn around. Hazel contemplated hiding behind Mr. Morris, when a clawed, bloody hand emerged for the darkness from around the corner. She didn't care to see the rest of it so she screamed.