As soon as she had moved down the stairs far enough, her mother came behind her, shutting the door over them and blocking out the light. The darkness enveloped them, causing Lizzie to freeze for a moment as she listened for any sounds around her.
A bright light shining from behind her lit up the staircase, showing her an empty room at the bottom of the stairs. Glancing behind her, she saw her mother had pulled out her phone and had activated the flashlight. Lizzie reached into her pocket for her phone and turned her light on.
Swinging it around the room, she saw concrete walls and a dirt floor.
“What was this used for?” she whispered to her mother as she stood on the stairs.
“It was a storage room and used for protection during storms,” her mother whispered back.
Nodding, Liz
