Stepping up on the stairs leading to the fifth and final floor I felt an eery chill run through my body.
The oakwood staircase was cleaned and shining as though someone maintained them frequently.
It didn't look like a floor that was off limits so then why was it?
Looking back to make sure I wasn’t spotted I continued up the stairs. There was a red satin covered chain that hung from rail to rail explicitly telling people to not step further. I ducked under it, probably against my better judgment.
’Is this a good idea?’ Clara asked me with a shake in her worried voice.
Probably not but who could it hurt?
There were two double doors and one single, all of them locked. I pressed harder trying to open it but it wouldn't budge and there was no chance I'd get in there without
