Joe had started drifting off in that little amount of time before Salem said the time. Joe perked up and let out a big and satisfying yawn, stretching his arms as he did so. He got up to stretch his legs, and turned his back a few ways until an audible crack was heard. He looked at Salem, who was looking at the hallway. "Er, Salem?" he asked, looking where he had to see why he was making the face that he was. At first he thought Salem was afraid of the dark, but then he realized how eerie the hallway looked.<br/><br/>"Dude," he said flatly. "Your house is fucking haunted as shit." His voice elevated when he said the word 'shit' and he was kind of surprised he didn't wake Mary up. Well, they weren't going to get anywhere by just staring at it. Joe approached the hallway, squinting to see whether he could see anything through the darkness. He felt like a stone had just dropped into his stomach. "On second thought, I'll let you take a look, it's your house." With that he sort of pedaled away towards where Salem had been sitting.<br/><br/><br/>He looked toward Mary. Should they wake her up? No, it was probably just the bad lighting that made the hallway look the way it did. Yet, there was something strange about it, and it didn't give Joe a very good feeling. Telling from the look on Salem's face, it did the same for him too.