You opened the door. "Wilson?" you yelled. "Wilson!" You groaned. "I've got the lottery money."

A few mannequins moved, and you froze. What?

You backed away.

"Oi, this isn't funny. This isn't funny, stop!" They didn't stop, and continued to pursue you. You backed against the door. Suddenly, you felt a calloused hand take yours, and you looked up to reveal an excited man with short-cropped dark hair and an eager grin.

"Run."