"I see you reaching out your hand... How slimy the wall feels... Odd, clammy, cold, even...Dead I dare say. I imagine that you never expected to find yourself in a jam of this sort did you?... Precioussssss?..."

Evil laughter follows you down the dark and mildewed hallway... You pray for just the slightest bit of light, but the meager candle they handed you when they sent you to the pantry is ineffectual at best... If anything, it serves to illuminate how dark this passage truly is... Why did you ever try that switch??

"Your meager light is flickering, little one? What might a gust of wind do to that feeble flame?? Thinkest you that it might outlast it?..."

As a breeze comes up, your wrist begins to shake and the flame flickers and sputters... Will it last you through your journey??