Richie backed straight in to the wall then swung around quickly, staring at it and backing away again, ending up deeper in the corridor. When the walls started to creak he turned again, ending up swiveling back and forth until he saw the handprints.
"Fuckshitwhatthefuck!" he started to panic, still not realizing that he wasn't alone. He looked back at the wall one more time, then at the hand prints, and finally down the corridor.
Please work, please work, please don't kill me he thought, unintentionally sending the thoughts out in to the telepathic void. And then he ran. He put everything he had in to it and ran towards the hand prints and down the hall hoping he justmight make it to the other side before another wall came up.