"Hoo, boy..." the shaded figure chuckled aloud, "that was a close one." They brushed their hands off on their legs, and then calmly walked off deeper into the building. Pausing for a moment they pulled out a checklist, and reviewed what else needed to be done before the game could commence.
"Scatter the "parts," Check. Loosen a board on the ceiling, Check. Film loaded into the projectors, Check. Out of place, but chilling words written on the wall, Check." They scratched their head, and considered any other things to do that weren't on the list. There wasn't much else, but maybe some busted pipes could add to the "feel" of the place. Chuckling to themselves they grabbed a free board, and went around busting up some old rusty pipes that were used to transfer the ink throughout the building.
"Yeah," came the breathy, but excited whisper, "that definitely helped with the theme we got running here." Not too long after they had finished the sound of the door handle being turned rang throughout the quasi-silent building. Jerking straight they turned away from the entrance, and booked it out of the general vicinity. Brief, but skin raising cackles fell lopsidedly from the fastened grin of the running figure. Behind them the door creaked open, and the faint sound of shoes hitting wood echoed through the hall, and into the room ahead.