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Ellen's palms grew damp as she stared into the inky darkness. The light above her head lit only the top of the stairs. She shivered, hating the thought of going down there alone. She listened for sounds of moaning or clinking and heard nothing. Yet, as she descended, into the darkness, she had the feeling someone was watching her.
