Dr. NoSleep (host)

When Sumner awakes, he scrambles into his crouch, looking about the shelter, wary.

Stinking specters, he mutters.

Pissing in Sumner's head like that.

Bad specters.

Then Sumner realizes that this shelter isn't all pitch blackness, but glows with a red light.

Slowly, so slowly that Sumner almost forgets what he is doing.

Sumner cranes his neck, turning his head to see what stands behind him.

The ghost, a man dressed in Victorian clothes, stands at the far wall of the shelter, his black eyes focused on Sumner.

Turn now or be... The ghost reaches its hands out and rockets towards Sumner, sending the creature scrambling backwards, fleeing hand over hand over foot over foot until he reaches the shelter's door and has to scramble once more over the rubble, and now he is in the tunnel, the tunnel and...

But no, he is not in the tunnel.

Sumner has been grabbed by the ghost, the man in Victorian dress.

No, ghostie!

Sumner shouts, wriggling in the phantom's grip like the amber spirit had wriggled in Sumner's.

The ghost pulls Sumner in close, mashing its ethereal face against Sumner's squashed and offset nose.

What be you?

The ghost asks.

The creature screeches.

Sumner?

The ghost asks, tilting its spectral head to the side.

The creature hits the wall and scrambles once more toward the door.