Through the door
You look up, as you gasp for what may be your last breath.
There is a tall flight of stairs in front of you. They are cocvered
with tattered red carpet.
cobwebs decorate the corners of the stairs.
Suddenly a coffin catches your eye.
Groans and Creaks come from it.
Then the door slams behind you so you can't run.
The next thing you know, a white glowing figure appears on the stairs,
it is laughing.
THEN..you feel an icy cold hand grip your shoulder. Once again you
hear a laugh..
