Internally, Salem cursed his family for being the creepy bastards they were. Maybe if they were more normal his apartment wouldn't have ghosts in it. But more seriously, he was feeling exceptionally unnerved by the dark in the hall. It was different, not just a shadow due to the home's shitty lighting. It looked more like the light in the area was being actively sucked away, to the point that it was impossible to even see the outlines of the hall's doorways.<br/><br/>He didn't take Joe's suggestion that he go look alone at it. "What? No, hell no. I'm not goin' in that," He said, his voice a low hiss. He remained where he was, not feeling very confident in his ability to not die a horribly painful death if he went into the hall. In an effort to see just why the hell it was so dark, he slowly stood up and approached the living room's light switch. A quick glance towards Mary confirmed she was facedown and thus wouldn't be too bothered by the light, so he flipped it on and looked back towards the hall.<br/><br/>What he saw made his heart momentarily stop, and his gut feel like it was doing a billion backflips. Despite the light's efforts at illuminating the room, the shadows in the hall remained pitch black. And more disturbingly, he noticed it was moving. He froze up completely, face going pale as he watched the slowly shifting mass of black begin to leak out of the hall. It clung to the walls and ceiling, moving like a liquid as it spread out of the hall. Salem could only think to question its existence in an eloquent manner. "What the fuck. What the fucking fuck. What the actual goddamn fuck."