it had all started with the cellar, of course when they had moved in, she had taken note of the small passage way down near the door, carefully placing a rug over it - it had slipped her mind that she had bothered to toss the unnecessary down there. one being a deck of cards she had cleared.
two bad readings and her favourite deck needed a break - so down she had gone into the darkness of the room knowing that the light switch was on the far left wall - what did she have to fear? cobwebs and creaky boards that had seen far worse -- all she needed to do was try to dash to the light without breaking a bone or two but the scream that fell from her lips was not at the sight of a face - no, it was the flicker of the light. the bulb had lit up - oh so vibrant for a second before she had been consumed with darkness once more -- just like the cavalry it wasn’t too long till she heard the footsteps above --
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