Fear As a Relative Term (Part 2)

We started calling out the man's name, but there was no answer. So we all ran back inside where there was light, and presumably we would all be safe there, but on the way back to our rooms (thinking that maybe the missing man had returned during our abscence) we saw the dark figure running down the giant flight of stairs next to us. This all happened so fast that, even in the light, we couldn't tell who (or what) ran down the stairs. We ran back to our rooms where we finally thought we were safe. After an hour or so of sitting in the light, too afraid to turn them off or go to sleep, fearing that we may be murdered in our vulnerable state. We finally settled down to sleep and we turned off all the lights, still afraid and slightly on edge. This is when we started hearing noises in the darkness, and one boy claimed that it was coming from under his bed. When he flashed his flashlight under the bed, the missing man jumped out and scared the living daylights out of every kid in the room.