[ WP ] write a scary story that will make me never want to use stairs again .

The sound crept up the stairs, crawling across covers and sheets to meet the sleeper's ear. Sitting up abruptly, eyes blinking to get used to the dim lighting from the hallway. Floorboards creaked from downstairs, though no one else was supposed to be there. Heart pounding in chest, there was no use to pick up the phone. Those had been dead long before the power had stopped. The crank radio picked up only static for the last three days. Food was running low. The creaking of the floor boards stopped. Two feet took their place beside the bed as the sleeper rose. Walking as if on glass, their hands wrapping around the door frame, eyes transfixed down the stairs. The front screen door slapped several times. Was it safe? Was it gone? Or was another there now?
