They didn’t move, not at first anyway. Mostly, they spent the next ten minutes shouting at him trying to encourage him to try it again, and each time he’d just shout back for them to carry on. It wasn’t as if he didn’t plan on finding a way past. He had already exhausted other avenues when he tried the witch torch in finding any other crystals nearby. Nope, none, the only one lay on the far side of the ballroom. Right across the creepy ass ghosts dancing an eternal waltz to placate unspeakable horrors he couldn’t even look at without feeling the need to throw up.