"sure" barb says
So we find the staircase which we have preveously walked. Though the
creaky wooden stair handles have been renewed they are sturdy but the
paint looks as if it has been there for half a centry.
As we get closer the music sounds the sounds of many nails against a
thousnd chalkbords. And the once beautiful words are nowlong dreadful
moaning.
"We have nothing better," she gulps,"or worse to
do."
