The Creaking Steps
Ally clung to the wall in the blackness and took her first step. The wood of the stairs was cold and warped, creaking as she went. No one had come down here for years. But Ally was determined to figure out what was going on in her house.
Gingerly she made her way down. Every second felt like an hour, and she coughed on the foul air. She began to wonder if this was a bad idea, but it was already too late.