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Originally Posted by jyl
I was in a small pool of yellow light surrounded by big dark shapes and blackness, at the mercy of any monster awoken by the pathetic little bulb and the "click" of the switch. After gathering my courage, I had to grope in the direction on the next light, moving into darkness, feeling high above me for the next pull chain. And so on, until I got to a fluorescent tube fixture that actually produced real light.
I'd nervously raid the dusty boxes and shelves, watching the dark corners where the monsters waited,
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You have a future waiting for you as a writer - of horror novels!
My grandparent's attic in Staten Island was the same deal....except you start off by opening a door and slowly climbing a narrow wooden stair case....with every step.....associated creaking. Who knows what lies ahead.....
Looks like Sid and Eric gave some great suggestions on the OP's inquiry....nicely done!
