Tossing away the empty ice-cream cups, we started climbing the staircase. Darkness thickened as we climbed along.
We were fumbling and finding our way up the staircase. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I brushed it off and turned around. Hardly visible in the darkness, it was the hand of a skeleton hanging from a wall. I wasn't frightened. I was more focused on not tripping in the dark.
As we approached the main entrance, I noticed the door was open and the lights were on. A few steps closer, I saw the hands of a woman pleating a red gown. It was eerie and mysterious. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
When I arrived at the door, an elderly woman appeared and greeted us in. There was another girl in the room.
As we were talking, an old man — who happened to be the woman’s father — rushed into the room.
He said, “I gotta leave. My dad’s always asking me for money. He might be here anytime soon.”