You follow the sound.
You follow the sound of the scream down the rickety staricase. The
basement is dark and creepy and the light from your phone does little
to pierce the gloom.
"Um, maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Barbara gulps. You
laugh.
"Oh, come on! I bet it was just pipes or something!" You
grin at her. "Right, Dave?" You turn back to your other
friend.
Who isn't there.
"Dave? Hey, Dave! Not cool, mate!" You shout.
"I don't think he's messing..." Barbara whispers.
"No, I don't think he is," a cool voice says from the bottom
of the stairs. The door slams closed and you drop your phone with a
yell. You are plunged into darkness.
"You still there?" Barbara whispers.
"Yeah." You hold her hand for comfort and face down the
stairs.
"So. Onwards?"
