Crazed laughter, creaking of floorboards and endless whispers formed together to create a symphony of madness. “Come join us, Cory”, they chanted. Cory’s eyes stayed trained to his shoes while he shuffled backwards towards a corner of the room where he pulled his knees into his chest. Unhappy with his lack of response, the symphony became louder and louder, now with the constant cries of him to join them. Cory’s hands found their way to his ears, putting immense pressure against them to block out the madness. Shadows of creatures of all different shapes taunted his eyes. “Look at us Cory, we are just like you!”, they screamed. But then it all fell silent. His hands fell weak to his side and his ears pounded. Slowly his eyes trailed upwards, taking in the stillness of the room, only the chandelier showed sign of earlier movement, swinging back and forth. Just as his breathing steadied, two sickly, waxy, hands rested on his shoulders, forming a tight grip. Stale breath brushed his ear. “Boo”, the creature whispered as cory was thrown into the floor, his skin now turning ashen. The symphony picked up, his screams blending in, as he was now a part of the madness.