She told me never to go in there. Apparently it was dangerous. But I never listen to anything she says and I’m alive aren’t I? It was dark and dingy, musty and cold. Stepping down the dusty stairway, I felt for a light switch. There wasn’t one. My foot got caught on something thin, like wire, but there were no wired objects down here. I fell, my elbow struck the floor. My foot was tangled. Something cold slid over my neck and tickled as it went. I couldn’t see... or breathe. Maybe I shouldn’t have come down here after all.
