The parlour was still; the only light came from the little blue lights around the baseboard. A shadow shifted and revealed spikes. The spikes grew into a coffin; as if in reverse a body rose from the floor folding it's hands across it's chest, it was slowly lowered into the coffin. The pale skinned body was draped in shadows as black as oblivion, a glass lid rose from the floor sealing the coffin and it's occupant forever. the body's spiky black hair framed it's eyes which snapped open revealing cobalt blue; it's mouth opened in a silent scream, a rumble began and a crack opened in the floor, the coffin lowered into the ground taking it's screaming occupant with it.