In the hall way Tails screamed at the top of his lungs, that more resembled a tea kettle then vocal chords. He feel hard on to his butt, covering his face with arms. Trying to protect himself from the loomimg phantom. It had a white sheet plasma form. Floating a few inches off the floor. In a begging plea Tails yelled, "Please don't take my soul." The ghost gave no reply. Tails sat with his face covered and continued to shutter. As the time and silence passed. Tails slowly pulled his arms away form his face to see what happen to his tormentor. Hopefully it moved on, dispersed back into the ether. As soon as his eyes focused Tails let out a second scream. The demon was still there staring down at him. Tails yelled again and again; over and over. As he screamed he could not take his eyes off the figure. The more he looked at it the more pulsating detail he could see in it. Then he began to hear something coming him way. Another monster! Coming for him. It's silhouette construed and lanky, like a stick figure drawing. Walking towards him with it's massive hands rubbing over the walls. What was it doing? Tails eyes widened and his screams turned to whines.