Quietly, Jocelyn crept down the old stairs with black mould surrounding the the wall around her. As she got down the , there was a large beam of light. Jocelyn thought to ignore it. She heard a loud bang. The mossy window had drooped from the roof to the rubble that had been a wall around the back of it. The large beam of light shone again! It was a very cold and damp day. The fright of an four AM stay up was horrific for Jocelyn because she had always struggled with sleep. What could the beam could of been?
She took old pottery from the house that would have been cutlery. A waft of a summer morning hit her face.
Its not finished.