"Alright, you should be cursed. Let's drop down to the crawlspace together."

You follow Hazel into the crawlspace, and listen for the roamer. The candle is lit near a small circular broken window. The wind whistles in from the dark night outside, as you both wait in nervous silence.

Then, the moment comes. Hazel whispers:
"That's the basement door opening. It's the roamer. I'll start blowing out the candle on 'three' and you drop down at the same time, so you can catch it by surprise. One... Two..."

"Three!"