Looking up wondering if I should, even if I could, climb the eerie stairs to find. . .what? He had promised no harm and it would be okay, no danger present, no horrible surprise to find; he. . .promised.
I stared at the odd shaped ascension, my nerves jingling, my hair twitching on my scalp. I couldn’t take my eyes off the railing as I clung to it as I moved upward.
Second stair from the top, I hesitated, for the last step would mean commitment. I lift my foot, step up, and suddenly the horror appeared, screaming my name.