[From here- so sorry this is late! Let me know if this isn't workable.]
Unfortunately, Guybrush's flashlight had plans other than working for the night. As he progressed through the corridor, the beam flickered once, then twice, then refused to come on at all. Shaking it did nothing, as did banging the device on his hook and into the wall, and cursing its entire family- the light remained off, leaving the Mighty Pirate™ alone in the dark (in a non-copyrighted way, of course).
"Great," Guybrush grumbled quietly to himself. "Looks like I'll be walking up stairs in pitch-black darkness. So much for swearing it off after last time. At least it's a straight shot to the stairwell. Just walk forward, and everything will be fine... until I get upstairs and have to actually see where I'm going."
And so, Guybrush did just that: with his hook to the wall, he marched deeper into the darkened hallway. His steps were slow at first; however, his imagination got the better of him with the subsequent movements, his pace increasing with each step. Did that shadow move? Was that voice another patient, or something else? That noise was the sound of his own teeth clacking together, right?
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Unfortunately, Guybrush's flashlight had plans other than working for the night. As he progressed through the corridor, the beam flickered once, then twice, then refused to come on at all. Shaking it did nothing, as did banging the device on his hook and into the wall, and cursing its entire family- the light remained off, leaving the Mighty Pirate™ alone in the dark (in a non-copyrighted way, of course).
"Great," Guybrush grumbled quietly to himself. "Looks like I'll be walking up stairs in pitch-black darkness. So much for swearing it off after last time. At least it's a straight shot to the stairwell. Just walk forward, and everything will be fine... until I get upstairs and have to actually see where I'm going."
And so, Guybrush did just that: with his hook to the wall, he marched deeper into the darkened hallway. His steps were slow at first; however, his imagination got the better of him with the subsequent movements, his pace increasing with each step. Did that shadow move? Was that voice another patient, or something else? That noise was the sound of his own teeth clacking together, right?