You and Barbara both look at the evil stare and decide that it must be
some scary wolf or something, it just has to be.
"Listen guys, I say we get out of here, maybe this isn't such a
hot spot!", you suggest.
Just as the three of you turn around and race for the door a clamy and
cold hand grabs your shoulder...
" Where d'you think yer going my little
pretties???"
"uh-h, umm, ahh, well, l-l-look!!!", Dave stutters.