The Bottom Of The Stairs
Suddenly, Ally’s foot moved from wood to concrete. She’d reached the bottom of the stairs, and the sound of her shoe hitting the stone floor echoed in all directions. She couldn’t go any further down, but she could see nothing.
Ally heard the insects skittering about. One ran over her foot, its feelers brushing against her leg. She wanted to scream, but she knew that no one was around to help. She was perfectly alone.