The torch draws closer.  
"Lulu lies spread-eagled on the table, Stanley bent over her.  Stanley, as the torchlight hits him, begins to giggle.  Goldberg and McCann move towards him.  He backs against the hatch, giggling.  The torch draws closer.  His giggle rises and grows as he flattens himself against the wall.  Their figures converge upon him."  FTP, name the play that ends with this stage direction, a tale of ritual murder by Harold Pinter.
"Lulu lies spread-eagled on the table, Stanley bent over her.  
The Birthday Party