"Hello?" Susan said and slowly walked down the steps, instantly regretting not putting on shoes. The cellar stairs were wood with no back-riser board, just a blank space between the steps.
Anyone, or anything, could reach out, grab her ankles and yank her feet out from under her, sending her tumbling down to the basement floor to break her neck.
She grimaced at the thought and steeled herself, trying hard not to jump at any sound as the old wood groaned under her weight.
The scratching became louder.
"Hello? Little girl? I’m here to help. Are you hurt? How did you get in here?"
Susan looked around, the back corner near the water heater had no light. She had to go over and yank a pull-chain hanging down from a bare light bulb.
She cursed herself for not getting the basement furnished before she moved in, but it was far too late for that now.
The scratching changed from fast short scrapes to long, slow ones. Like little fingernails on a glass door.
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