The theatre was black. The only light in the place was coming from the screen in front of us. Hundreds of seats splayed the floor in front of and behind me. I sat by a gorgeous girl with thick black hair and tan skin. Her face was dimly lit by the screen. Others I recognized were scattered throughout the theatre. I couldn’t see the ceiling; it was so high. The walls were miles away. The room was warm. On the screen, a man with greasy black hair was talking to another man, tall, skinny, with short brown spikes. He left. Then the black haired man suddenly began to chant spells in a commanding whisper. People around me started to stand up, and for a moment I did too, then quickly sat back down. The girl beside me stared straight ahead as those around me began waving their hands and chanting the spells with the man on screen in eery, dark whispers. I felt a spirit presence rush by me, brushing me on the neck. Most of the theatre stayed seated, watching the screen, seeming not to notice anyone standing. A skull and cross bones appeared in the air across the theatre for a split second, then vanished. Then in one split second everything vanished into blackness.