The panic dies down in the hall. By now, more than half of the guests have collapsed into senselessness. The few that still stand are like me; quiet, focused on preserving their posture when the third quake hits.
A deafening ear sore of a wail strikes my eardrums. One so intense it forces me to clasp my hands onto my ears. It's the same as the first I'd heard a few seconds before. Just as angry, just as hurt, except it has somehow gotten louder. Like the thing, whatever it is, is marching our way with the promise of destruction.
Once this… Creature goes silent again, my eyes travel up to see the quivering crystals of the chandeliers above our heads. I lock eyes with multiple guests, and each face my gaze stumbles upon, one after the other, reflects either fear or confusion more than the previous. I'd hoped to find the semblance of an explanation in them, but it seems, supernatural creatures or not, they're all at a loss here.
