The Things I Heard.

"I responded in a calm, happy voice, "Okay, mother. I promise." My curiosity sparked to the highest it ever had that day. The downstairs. I must see it. As soon as my mother left the house, I crept towards the stairs. Very slowly. Steadily. Why wasn't I scared? What was going on? Suddenly, I stopped dead. I was right in front of the stairway. I tried to turn back, realizing I shouldn't have gone near the stairs. I couldn't walk."