*a booming, screeching, empty wail; the shriek of timber dragging heavily over timber erupts leaping from the floor like glowing yellow sparks and pronounces its dominion over the hollowness of the in-between spaces. Then just as suddenly and unceremoniously the purterbation begins unwinding evaporating like the mist. Back and back into the nothing from whence it came (and still... somehow... lingering as the dank stale musk of cigarettes long since extinguised rooted in the very walls and foundations) the chair now some feet away from the desk comes biting and skittering to a halt.*
Naw big dog