It was pitch black in the basement as they forced the door open, the light failing to turn on as Lacey gave a sigh and turned the torch on, it's light not nearly strong enough to light everything up. The stairs creaked loudly as they made their way downstairs, carefully avoiding any that looked like they were rotting or sinking, tightly clutching the peeling bannister and wincing as splinters dug into their skin.
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It was the smell that got them first. A heavy metallic scent lingering in the air and something else that made their noses scrunch and their stomachs rebel. Lacey was the first to reach the bottom, turning and assisting poor Agnes who was practical
