“Help” Michael whispered. He slowly tried grabbing the torch, but it was so dark that they couldn’t tell where they were. Jackson knew he was above Michael his best guess was that they were in an elevator without a roof. Michael slipped on something wet, he didn’t think much of it as he had felt the torch. Michael had turned on the torch and looked up at Jackson. “Move there’s something there” Michael said in a low voice. The shadow moved slowly closer and closer to Jackson. The torch shined on its faces, its two faces both started screaming intensely. The faces had mold growing on them.