Swift Movement
Responding with remarkable agility, they executed a swift turn, clutching their flashlights tightly as they swiftly sought shelter beneath the stairway, veiling themselves from prying eyes. The encroaching figures continued their relentless advance, their proximity heightening the tension in the air. With bated breath, they suppressed any audible exhales, their bodies poised in stillness, ensuring no movement would give away their concealed location. The weight of anticipation hung heavy, each second ticking by with excruciating slowness. Their silence became their shield, shielding them from the unknown dangers that lurked in the vicinity.