The crew finally got in with their equipment. The doors closed on their grim looks. Sara hoped she’d made the right decision by not telling the boys about the ghost tugging on her. As if it heard her thoughts, it tugged at her arm again. She turned towards it’s pull, her heart beating faster. The ghost led her to the last door on the left, a gold placard with STAIRS written on it.
Sara entered a staircase straight out of a Hitchcock film and hoped that she hadn’t just become the stupid girl that the audience yelled at. The wooden balustrade snaked around in an endless spiral. The marble stairs held indents from decades of feet that had traveled on them, and single sconces on each landing emitted a murky yellow light that barely reached past several feet. Shadows controlled this place.
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