There's a light at the top of the stairs. Its harsh glow promises sanctuary. The stairs creak as I step on them, in terror I freeze. In desperation I listen for any sounds of movement. Relieved I hear nothing.
Carefully I take another step. I freeze again as the steps creak, not daring to look at anything other than the beckoning radiance.
A third step, the noise louder this time. I don't stop, I run up the stairs. I race towards the light. My feet thunderous against in the dark.
The sudden hand is cold against my ankle. I fall.