Seeing Is believing

Inside

As the door opened, crying with age, a musty, old, rotten smell filled my nostrils and lingered in my nose. Black, pure black darkness. Nothing not a sound or a movement. I flung the torch out of my rucksack and flicked the switch. Pealing walls and crumbling staircases which would of looked grand in its day, but I could see no further as the shadows enveloped the light. More than a little DIY! I stepped in. The decayed floor boards groaned under my weight and the door slowly closed behind me until no light was left apart from the dim glow of the torch. I ran my fingers across the old walls trying to find a light switch. None. The council did say it might be less up to date than the average house, well it's more than a little less! As I walked forward I felt like I was going to fall down the floor boards as the bent and squeaked as I placed my foot on them. How do climb crumbling stairs? How? I stood there still on the dim light trying to figure out how to ascend the few steps left, when a small high pitched scream shook the entrance hall. Gradually it became louder. The floor vibrating and the glass left in the windows shook and my ears hurt and bled.
A strong draft blew round the hall. Then nothing, no sound, no breeze nothing apart from a ghostly figure standing at the top of the ragged stairs.