"Get away! Get away! Get away–!!!"
Picking up whatever he could find–lint, framed pictures, or even piles of paper from the hallway stands, he threw all he could at the hovering evil spirit, but none of it did anything to halt it in its tracks.
He eventually managed to pick himself up to his feet, using a pile of papers thrown to obscure the spirit's vision, scrambling over like a newborn calf that was just learning to walk as he rushed towards one of the rooms.
Jiggling the doorknob, it didn't budge, even as he pulled and hit the door.
"No, no, no! Open–!" He yelled desperately.
He moved down the hall, trying the next door, which to his delight, opened without a problem as he rushed in and shut it, gathering his last breath frantically as he stood against the door for a moment to catch his breath.
What do I do…?! Nobody told me poltergeists were a thing in Armageddon–!! He thought.