At the stroke of midnight, every candle in the great hall of an old haunted manor blows out at once, and a crowd of shy little ghosts is left floating in the dark. Pixel Markiplier strolls in with a grin, and the ghosts, who have never met anyone so brave, line up behind him in a wobbly row. They already have a name for the dance: the Spirit Shuffle.
Every candle he relights on the checkered floor calls one more ghost out of the shadows to join the back of the line, and the shuffle grows longer and a little faster with every flame. Dark wood panelling lines the hall, so one wrong turn ends the dance, and so does bumping into the ghosts following him. Now and then a golden key floats down from the ceiling, worth a big bonus if he catches it before it fades. How long can the line of ghosts get before sunrise?
