As the others stooped to check under the bed to see if Myles was all right, Sav was busy stifling a scream in her hands. _I killed him_, she thought as she remembered the blood, _I smashed his nose up into his brain or something oh my GOD I killed him_. She'd have to call an ambulance or something, right? Right? The others seemed completely alright with what just happened- chalking it up to just another one of Myles' drunken antics and making a joke of the whole situation- but had they seen the _blood_?

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod-" she whispered, completely sobered up at this point from her fear and worry. As the others called out to him and they received no reply she couldn't help but become frantic. Tears sprung to her eyes as she sat down on the bed, she tried to rub them away as she called out to him,

"Myles? Myles are you alright?" A part of her half expected him to jump out and laugh at her, to make a joke out of it like he normally would. Her ankles felt so cold all of a sudden, she realized, was there a draft coming in from somewhere? She dropped down beside the bed and looked down into the darkness off it- which was odd since her bed wasn't set up against a wall for it to be that dark.

"Myles if this is a _joke_." She said, her voice warbling with another threat of tears. A moth fluttered up past her hand as she reached under to see if she could pull him out. Something touched her back and she poked her head completely under the bed,

"My-" Something grabbed her face. In fact- something grabbed her whole head in its palm and dragged her under the bed. Too shocked to scream she was dragged so quickly that all that was left behind were her house slippers- their design similar to that of royal court fool's shoes.

Before the others could even react a sort of vacuum affect began to happen in the room- all of them were dragged by some unseen force under the bed, the darkness of which seemed to spread, gapping and groaning as if it were a living thing.