I Care {Darkiplier}

(Chapter 30)

Your heart rate seemed to accelerate with each move made as you crossed past the chairs and dining table. Your felt your grip on the light that shone your path towards the dreaded location,  harden in an attempt to stop the slight tremor that twitched at you. You continue to try and keep your breath even, as you near the end of the hallway, where the staircase starts to build up, curling to its left as it inclines upward towards the 2nd floor. Your eyes, during the entire time, don't break away from the staircase, as if doing so would deter you from moving on.

Even if your body, your instincts, the fear that struck you, was trying to stop you, you still went on.

Besides...What if it was important?

Curiosity outweighed the anxiety that rose, and you were gonna give into it.

Your steps slow to a halt at the entrance of the stairs, when you were by the entryway to the old, crime scene, that for whatever reason still resided on your left. Your stare remains fixated on the stairway, not wanting to be reminded of what you saw yesterday.

With a deep inhale trying to prepare yourself for what was to come, you, as you did with the last set of stairs, raise your free hand to rest on the banister, to test it. The slight shake of your free arm lessened upon resting on the old wood. You glance at it, and give it a slight push in different directions, to see if it was loose.

When nothing happens due to it, only then do you move your gaze to the steps. With some caution, you let one leg lift to place itself atop it, and give it a moment to test your weight on it, to see if it would be safe to ascend them.
With some reassurance that things seemed to be safe enough, you go on, moving further up and moving where the rotation of the staircase leads. You still make sure one hand is on the banister at all times though and make sure to be attentive to each and every sound that creaked from the floorboards, or any ones with signs of weak, chipped, or broken pieces.

Focusing on these things, testing the stability of what was in front of you, helped you ignore the fear that still clawed at you.

You made it up successfully soon enough, it probably took far longer due to how careful you were, but still...you overcame them at least. Once you arrive at the top of it, you let your eyes roam the space.

Surprisingly enough, the light that shined through the grand windows that were embedded within the walls, and outlined with that same, sandy tan, and tattered curtains, helped light the room, with a soft glow. It would make you switch your flashlight off, seeing as you may not need to use it, for the time being anyway.

The first thing that caught you off guard was the immediate furniture to the left of you, a dusty, glass table, with a ceramic bowl-shaped vase atop it. The glaze, which was originally white, was dirtied, now faded, into a darker color. The plants that were once healthy so long ago were long gone now, practically dirt, particles of its petals, along with the twigs that held up probably a beautiful flower, lay scattered atop the single glass table. It along with the dust made it look further aged. When you glance up from it, your eyes catch onto a glare from the right corner of your eye, making you turn, to find a piece of art. It looks to be a shop, with a bike resting against the side of it. Surprisingly it seems to hold up well, as good as something from its time can anyway. You move forward making sure to avoid the light that somehow still hung onto the ceiling above, and let yourself take in more of the room.

It...actually was not as bad of a place you thought it'd be...but your body and mind, seemed to disagree. The tension you had never eased.

In a effort to not let your mind wander to much, you move on. The space, you would find as you venture on, was actually quite similar to the other staircase you traveled upon. This stairway would lead into a hall, extending alongside your right and left. There were fewer doors it seemed, but it still had quite a bit. You glance at each door, but keep finding yourself drawn to one in particular. One, that wasn't closed, only halfway. This one was stationed directly across from where you entered from, where the art was hanging on the wall, and the table and its vase.