“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Hana screamed when the almost dead man spoke.

Not a second later, the lights went off. It was utterly dark and creepingly quiet and then a ‘what?’ boomed through the venue, soon to be followed by panicked murmurs. Hana moved her hands quickly and it landed on the man’s face who made a soft noise and Hana tried really hard to control another scream. She got out of the table, surely kicking the man in many places accidently and he winced, and she started running in the darkness. It was so stupid and she had a hard time realizing which was a person and what was just an object.

“Someone touched by s!” an aunt screamed and Hana withdrew, again trying hard not to bump or scream.

“Who was it?! Who stepped on my shoes?!” another heavy voice screamed in the dark hall and Hana ran quicker.

Finally she saw some light when she someone made way out into the hotel, although it was just as dark as well save for the light from outside. “What the hell just happened in there?!” she muttered to herself as she ran at full speed.

She wasn’t sure where she was going and took the stairs, tripping now and then. It was a long hallway and at the end was a mural door and at either sides were lilies and roses in huge vases. Hana ran at full speed and entered it, coming in another dark but yet see-able giant room.

She could trace a lot of dresses and decoration in the place. There was a heavy scent of perfume and she saw the reflection of a giant mirror in the corner. It was familiar from the magazines.

“Is this the….bride’s room?” she asked herself in the dark.