Leslie & Andy
Andy was tough for all extensive purposes, he didn't mind taking some blows for Leslie, or anyone else who was tragically tiny and needed coverage. The only problem was the items were getting heavier and pointier. Why couldn't this just be a Motel 6 and barren!?!?
He let her lead him towards the entrance by the hand, following close behind in a flailing attempt to punch at anything that came their way. There was about a 25% success rate in that.
"The closet! Let's try the closet--no wait the kitchen, where's the kitchen?" What better place to get trapped in than where all the food was? If the ghosts were throwing food then they could just eat it, so ha ghosts, better luck next time. Only he didn't know where the kitchen was and Leslie was leading the way. The tossing was turning more into rain and if the ghosts were football players for the NFL they could compete with the ranking quarterbacks.
Thwack! PAappp! Repetitive batting at his head and Andy was picking up the pace and now taking Leslie with him. "Ow!!! You guys suck! We just wanna leave." But they weren't having it, and the closet was now locked, and no amount of banging against the door would let them in. From the corner of his eye Andy spotted a table and pointed. "Under there, c'mon! We can see better if there aren't--ouch!" She got the idea.