100 words

Webs formed curtains in the corners of the room
Faces were swallowed by the growing gloom
One voice stated, “It seems the lights have blown.”
A second, tightly, “I wish I could go home.”
The third cleared their throat, uttered not a word at all,
The fourth startled at a clatter coming from the hall.
“I really wish,” Fourth admitted, “we’d thought to bring a light.”
“Because it seems,” Fifth whispered, “something’s waiting out of sight.”
“I don’t wish,” Third said at last, “to cause any fuss,
But I’m almost certain – no, quite sure – there were just four of us.”