[hr][h3]The Closet -[/h3] With a ghost?[hr][hider=The door?][img]https://media0.giphy.com/media/l4Ki4tqdPaBWaVDY4/source.gif[/img][/hider] Each traveller handled the sudden change in location differently. Some were curious, some afraid, all of them were confused. The group’a words echoed within the mostly empty room. The door in which the ghost had came from had all but disappeared the moment they left it, and now they took the form of the table as they possessed it. Maybe it was easier to exist as furniture than an incorporeal spirit covered by a plain white sheet? [i]”T e l l m e a s e c r e t.”[/i] The face on the table mouthed out the words, his black eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling with no consideration. Now the mouth which had once been a down-turned frown began to curl upwards from the corners of his maw into a nasty and mocking smile. The ceiling fan that a boy once stared at seemed to have vanished, or moved? It was there but just a moment ago. The group that had once been sitting on solid ground [or so they thought] now were defying the laws of gravity upon the ceiling. Two doors had at some point appeared on opposite sides of the room, one which was black and the other which was white. The white door was closer and more easily accessible - it also matched the groups current position on the ceiling. The other door which was a stark black that matched only the table in this room was on the ground, which would appear above the the group sitting down at the table with the monster. [i]”O n e s e c r e t. O n e k e y. N o m o r e.”[/i] The table then began to laugh hysterically, the entire wooden frame shook. The legs creaked and cracked, the frame squeaked as the structure nearly gave in to the fit of unnatural movement. [b]Was this hell[/b]? In all honesty that was a question they would need to find out for themselves. Seemingly all the first denizen of this realm wished for was some entertainment, but was that all there was to it? [@sassy1085][@Yankee][@LadyAnnaLee][@Dr Lovecraft][@Oceanic]