Gwendolyn creeped slowly up the stairs. The bricks around her were a shade of deep brown. They shimmered as the white moonlight reflected off them. The ceiling was covered in intricate cobwebs and the floorboards were creaky and dislocated. The windows had small, skinny raindrops flowing down them. Something moved when she looked around. Gwen reached for a rusted, golden doorknob attached to a huge dark oak door. It was dented and the colour was fading.