"Yeah lets go back", chimes in Dave.
"Don't be such a baby, this is the only way out" answers
Barbara.
As you reach the top of the stairs, a cool breeze rushes past you as
if a door just open a closed ahead. You step out into the room and
notice a flickering candle sitting on a small table on the far end. As
your eyes adjust to the dim light you can see more of the room. In
the middle of the room are piles and piles of old magazines and
newspapers. To the right of you is a desk with some old tatter paper
on it, a pen, and a red box. To the left you can see 3 large builtin
shelves full of old books. The entire room is cover with dust and
spiderwebs.
"Looks like an office or a libary", you whisper.
"Noone has been in here for a long time", adds Dave.
Pointing to the lit candle on the table, "if noone lives here,
who lit the candle" whispers Barbara.
You get a chill down your their back at the thought that someone are
something may be roaming around in the castle in the
dark.
"Maybe we should go back", you whisper. You can't hide the
sound of fear in your voice.