Her flash-light beamed,
making shadows crawl on the walls.

She gagged at the overwhelming smell,
trying to investigate what was going on.

Then her knees buckled.
Her stomach felt queasy .

Red.
Dark red.
A trail of blood stained the hall floor.

Dull.
Really dull.
A pale hand lay limp from underneath the floorboards.

Click.
She turned off her flashlight,
footsteps echoed from afar.

Click.
Bang!

Her flashlight remained on.