Drew and Kate had shuffled a small way down one of the corridors before Drew stopped and held Kate back.
          "Here, you need to put these on," he announced, holding out a pair of glasses.
          "Why? They don’t match my top and the style went out a decade ago," Kate whined.
          "You can’t see the ghosts without them."
          Kate reluctantly took the glasses and put them on. "I can’t see anything," she grumbled and jogged down the end of the corridor. She turned to look down the next one and let out a shrill scream.
          "KATE," Drew yelled and raced as fast as he could to her. "Did you see the Jackal?" he panted.
          "Worse…Mr Wick," she gasped, pointing to the end of the corridor.
          Mr Wick was sporting a leather thong and matching studded dog collar, the chain was being held by another ghost, one Drew recognised well.
          "Larry, what happened to you?" Drew asked, almost too concerned.
          "Does it matter, I’m dead," Larry replied sounding bored.
          "Of course it matters."
          "Hey, the wife got a ton of cash and I got away from the damn kids…trust me it doesn’t matter."
          "I can’t believe you’re dead, man."
          "Do you have to keep going on about it…and it’s the Psychopath to you."
          "I’ve been a bad boy," Mr Wick chimed in.
          Drew physically shuddered at the thought. "You just couldn’t stop with one of the directorial board could you Larry."
          Kate meanwhile had moved back down the corridor and was dry retching in a corner.
          "So it’s not enough that you got me fired and then arrested, you’ve got to put me down when I’m dead."
          "Hey, I didn’t get you…well I guess I helped, but I di…Well again I guess, but this." Drew gestured toward Wick.
          "Hey he’s willing."
          "He’s concussed," Drew rebuked.
          "Well tomorrow he’ll be dead and won’t remember anything."
          "That’s beside the point, we will," Kate groaned, walking back up the corridor towards them.
          "I’ve taught him some tricks, would you like to see them?"
          Drew recoiled in horror, "I thought you were supposed to be a psychopath, killing and destroying senselessly."
          "Not all psychopaths just…" He stopped mid sentence and looked up, his eyes lighting up and a maniacal smile crossing his face. Wick did the same, then in unison they both rasped in awe, "Mother."
          Drew had now taken a few good steps back, unwilling to turn his back to the duo in front of him, but wanting to turn and run.
          "Ah Drew, can I ask you a question?" Kate asked acridly.
          Drew glanced over his shoulder; Kate was still halfway down the corridor looking through the wall to the room below them. The floor was separated into circular sections, some of which were rotating. Forgetting Larry and Wick, he turned fully to look through the wall. There was something strangely familiar about the picture forming on the floor.
          "Drew…?" Kate was almost starting to sound worried. "That’s who I think it is, isn’t it."
          "Damn… I knew she should be guarding the family jewels." He turned to check on Larry and Wick, both of whom had disappeared.
          He went to turn to Kate to ask if she had seen where they had gone when he jumped back and landed heavily. He realised two people were standing next to him… Lewis and Oswald… both were drinking buzz beer.
          "Man that is one ugly sight," Oswald sneered, accenting the ugly.
          "Yeah, you could strip paint with that face," Lewis added, turning to Drew. "Where have you two been?"
          Drew looked up from his position on the floor, "Peaceful night in, meeting some of the other guests." He stood up, glad for his ample cushioning.
          "Oh my god Lewis what happened?" Kate had moved up beside them, and was now standing on tippy toes trying to look at Lewis’ head to see where the blood was coming from. "Did one of the ghosts get you?" she asked, sounding concerned.
          Lewis put his hand to his head, "Oh that, no just kept banging my head on these bloody low door frames."
          "Oh, is that all." Kate moved away, and sat down against the wall opposite them.
          "Hey buddy, I hadn’t noticed," Oswald giggled, pointing at the gashes that riddled Lewis’ forehead.
          "You wouldn’t."
          "What’s that supposed to mean?" Oswald smarted (Well kinda).
          "If you can’t figure that out, then you’re stupider then you thought."
          "Oh yeah?"
          "Ooohhhh yeah!"
          Oswald shrugged his shoulders, "Ok then."
          Lewis merely snorted, and opened another bottle of Buzz beer.